22 December 2004

Scott drove down to the airport to pick me up, after a long day of traveling that actually started yesterday around 4:00, when Mom and I left the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. After giving up my seat and staying in a hotel on the airline's nickel, I flew first class through Chicago and ended up with a new round trip ticket to anywhere in the lower 48. Not a bad deal, and I got plenty of work done on the plane too, so I didn't even need to take a day off. It's nice to be home in the 70-degree weather again.

DWL