Greetings, all, from the much warmer west coast! So happy to be home from Maine's worst winter ever (said the locals).
I almost didn't make it. Another plane delay out of Portland to Newark, with only an hour window to change planes to begin with.
They said not to wait until today to leave, as I might not get our for four days to a week with two more storms coming in. The voice in my head said, "Run, Forrest, run!!"
And I did. I sprinted when we landed at Newark from gate 109 to 71, and just made the plane. Had no food or water to bring, but I made it. Then the plane sat for an hour delay of its own, because a crew member yanked the door so hard he broke something on the handle.
Anyhoo, a harrowing day, but I'm happy to be in the sun and not wearing ten layers of clothing. Just waiting for my poor car, which hadn't been started in 7 weeks to charge it's battery after a jump. Then, food glorious food. And COFFEE!!

TOD: I honestly can't remember what I used, but what I do remember most is, whenever I came home from a fresh haircut at the barber's, whatever he used had my hair look great, but it was so hard when it dried, my hair felt like sticks on my head. I kinda liked it.
