Back at BWI. Sitting in the airport. Our flight to Providence seems to be one of the few that’s actually listed “on time.” I think I briefly saw the status of the flight to Buffalo as “boned,” but they changed it back to “scheduled 6:25pm, it’s 10:15pm now, merry Christmas” shortly thereafter. The natives have gone through anger, dispair, and bargaining, and now they’re singing Christmas Carols. It’s really kind of heart warming, in a sick sort of way.
Got to see the fam. Sw33t gifts were exchanged. Sadly, the time in Northern VA was too short to catch up with anyone except the nuclear family. Such is life. Sooner or later Jen and I will have real jobs, which will allow us to travel for three or four weeks at a time and see more than the absolute legal minimum of people that we care about.
Happy Holidays everyone.
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