Right now I’m (hopefully) somewhere over Ohio or something, with about an hour to go before arriving in Philly. Then it’s the mad dash across the airport to hurry up and wait for the flight home. The last leg is on a Dash 8, so hopefully we won’t be experiencing icing conditions (or at least there isn’t a rookie flight crew). Well, one way or another this should all be over soon. A good time, and a lot to cram into my brain in such a short time. Can’t wait to see the dogs again. Oh, and the wife, too. But then I have to go back to work again tomorrow? How’s that not gonna suck?