Home

Finally home.

There was a problem with the radio on the puddle-jumper I had to take on the last leg of my trip so we got off the ground forty-five mnutes late but hey, I’m home.

And nakie. I’ve been wearing clothes 24/7 (except for the shower sillies) since Tuesday night and it was driving me a little bonkers. I likes my nekkid time don’t you know.

Got lots of pics, I’m pulling them on to my computer even as we speak but since my camera sucks I started to use my dad’s and 12 megapixel image files are rather larger (duh) than 3.3 megapixel files so it’s going to be a bit.

I’m going to catch up on the TiVo some and let this thing sit and import for me.

One more note – on the way home I called and talked to Dirty Girl. At least I tried to. I was calling out of concern since I hadn’t heard from her in over a month, possibly two, and I was just making sure things were OK. She answered, and we were on the phone for almost three minutes before she got rid of me with the excuse that she was in the middle of laundry. Laundry. Hmmmm. Ok, I guess I can cross her of the list of people to call and check on if they’ve fallen off the face of the Earth. Oh well.

Later!