on my way

Tomorrow I'm flying back to what seems less and less like home but somehow always will be. I'd be excited even if this did not include meeting a certain yellow Labrador for the first time. It will be so nice to have a real break again -- last year did not count at all.

I love the smell of winter when it first arrives. There's a thin veil of snow on the lawns and rooftops, with a foot more expected Friday. I would not be surprised if my plane were delayed. Boo. I will be pissed if I miss the caroling party Saturday night because of the storm.

I got Matt to watch Death Note with me, and now he's kind of addicted. It's been two years since I watched that show and I forgot how much I love it. Hee! Matt and I are going to the airport together tomorrow, which kind of makes me forget he's not coming to L.A. with me. My friends and I are going to exchange gifts when we get back, since many people have been wrapped up in papers and unable to shop as much as I have. All of us will be together for New Years, which is going to be a nice change.

I need to find a second job for the spring, since Mary will be at Stanford for the term and Barbara can't employ me full time. I've been in contact with Lindamood-Bell, and though nothing real has come of it yet, if I'm here this summer I'd like to do that again.

All my thoughts are disjointed. I'm going to make more coffee.