...And the hunter is home from the hill.

Or San Francisco. Or something.

So, yes. Home again. Got home and... Damn! Who left all this snow just laying around! You're supposed to sweep up after you're done playing! Darn kids.... :) The flight back was just fine. I slept lots, which is unusual for me on a plane. David picked me up since he was home with the boys today (it's a snow day, go figure) so I was spared the joy of cabs on icy roads. The number of vehicles scattered about on even the short trip between the airport and home was.... well, sad, really. I totally get the slick hill thing, but this wasn't even that. Ah well. I'm glad those of you who had to deal with this crap made it through okay. *hugs to all*

I had a good holiday. We didn't go do much, really -- my friends who were gracious enough to host me had a car issue explode into a bill of epic proportions while I was there, so that curtailed activities somewhat. My hosts have recently acquired a pair of very cute rats, Widget and Gizmo, who are living the high life in a 3-level rat condo with spa. The list of weekend accomplishments is as follows, ( behind the cut: )

So I think that hits the high points. Oh, and Rosie has finally calmed down enough to sleep somewhere other than on my feet. This is a great boon. : ) Glad everyone seems to be well and safe after the holidays, and it's good to be home.