Ok, I know it's Michigan, and I know it's November, but there are FLURRIES outside. I have been in 90+ temperatures for the past six months and my first day home it snows? I don't know about this...
My flights yesterday were the most uneventful yet. Perhaps I've figured out the trick: promise to write about exciting and disasterous events you're sure will take over the journey and no...thing...will...hap...pen. Not to worry, there's still the return trip (said as I look around the room, wondering if the gods have caught on to my whole 'tempting fate' idea).
My mother is halfway through my first draft and said she even laughed out loud a couple times; that makes up for my dread at her reading the parts to come. Everyone I've talked with agrees that it's more than a little embarrasing when your mother realizes the bizarre story before her came from the mind of her offspring. My dad read the beginning, too, but he already knows I'm weird.
I'll be in Chicago through Monday so I don't plan to post again till then. Happy weekend before Thanksgiving!