home

We (barely) made it back home. Our plane left from the S concourse in Seattle and we barely made it. As we were getting off the down escalator to the tram area, the tram was just pulling out. At the same moment we heard our names over the loud speaker & that our flight was boarded so we needed to report to the counter right away. We got off the tram; I ran (literally) up two flights of escalators to the gate where the attendant was announcing our name for the last time. We ran on the plane and they shut the door behind us. Got to our seats and were buckling up as the plane was backing out. Needless to say after all that I gladly forked over the $5 for the well deserved white wine. The plane switch in Minneapolis was easy and we made it home to 90 degree weather, our pet zoo and wonderful Trey.

The last few days in suburban Seattle I've been serenaded to sleep by the sounds of the Frog Convention at the neighbor's pond next door; The accompanying sounds of my long, hot shower tonight were courtesy of 50Cent & the thumpin' Caddy driving down the road. Ahhh . . . home in Austin--Live Music Capital of the World.

Off to bed!