I'm back! Husbear got back yesterday! The cats are more well-adjusted than I've ever seen them after we've left them alone for a couple of days, so yay to the cat-sitter (who bought them toys and completed an adorable journal wherein she noted that the cats' priority appears to be FOOD FOOD FOOD TREATS FOOD FOOD)! Catherine of Catherine's Pet Sitting kicks a ton of ass.
My flights today were uneventful - only two hours late, and the pilot had to circle once more on the approach to Austin because we were about to rear-end an ExpressJet plane. Yes, he announced this over the intercom system. It added a sense of fun and barely controlled insanity to the proceedings.
Actually, it was lucky that my second flight was running late, because that meant that I got to indulge a craving that was threatening to take over my entire soul during the DC - Memphis leg, that is, a barbeque bologna sandwich from the Jim Neely's Interstate Barbecue at the airport.
Grilled bologna doused with sweet/spicy barbecue sauce, emphasis on the sweet, topped with deliciously vinegar creamy coleslaw, on two pieces of texas toast that are rapidly disintegrating, threatening to lose all form before you finish the sandwich? That's my Memphis airport comfort food, apparently, which I discovered when I had to spend three hours in the Memphis International Airport in September. Another time Northwest was running several hours late.
Great, the craving's returned.
We had a lovely and delightful trip to Washington DC for my grandmother's 85th... lots of family, lots of wine, lots of museums, lots of fun. Pictures later. For now, unpacking!
