Home cold home

Friday consisted of the traditional post-Christmas shopping. I won't bore you with my experiences at the local malls, other than to say "Yay" to boring electronics stores. Sometimes they work out better than the trendy ones with the cooler stuff.

I left for home early this morning, just as a cold snap was coming in to Florida. It seemed like Mother Nature was sending me a distinct message to return home where I expected it to be cold. I know it gets cold in Florida, but the palm trees were still messing with my head. Palm trees lit with Christmas lights were messing with my head even more so. It's one of those things your parents tell you about but you don't believe until you actually see with your own eyes.

Flight to Charlotte was uneventful. The security at Orlando looked like a disaster but the lines moved pretty well. I wound up next door to my connecting gate so I didn't have to hightail halfway across Charlotte airport. Odd thing, they didn't require photo id to board that flight, which was unusual, especially for a DC bound flight. After a long wait at baggage claim and short taxi ride down the GW Parkway, I'm home. The more I visit other places the more I appreciate what I have here. For all of its faults, it's still home.

Now comes the recovery period...