"..and call off Christmas!"
Already missing the kids. Over and over I would hear sounds that reminded me of their little voices. So good to see them.
It's weird, but I feel like I missed Christmas. I know I really enjoyed the season; there's just something about spending Christmas day as I did—like waiting eagerly for a sunset, looking away for a moment, and turning back to see that the sun has disappeared. A Christmas Carol with Patrick Stewart is waiting for me on my TiVo for this afternoon, though, so there's still goodness to come.
One flight I was offered from Memphis would have taken me to Houston and then to Raleigh. I thought that odd, going west and then east, but I understood that the plane had to get to Texas before it could go back east. It was cancelled anyway.
I shot the sheriff
Safe & sound is good. My dad was about 27 hours late to the Emerald City: Lexington —> Cincinnati -> Alberquerque -> Salt Lake -> Seattle. Your stars are lucky!
Re: I shot the sheriff
My stars are lucky, my Abba loves me, and I had a good plan B.