Christmas diary (part 1)

Well, I'm in Suth Carolina.

Thursday morning I left for the airport. I packed up my bag, trudged a mile from my house to the T station on sidewalks still partly covered in snow and ice from a storm two weeks ago. I was leaving 30 degrees in Boston for more temparate climes. Or so I thought.

11 hours later, I arrived in Savannah, to the exact same temparature I had left half the day before.

I spent more time that day in the Cincinnati/North Kentucky airport than I did in flight time in the air. There's not much one can do in such a small terminal, and I did it all: finished reading 2001, watched some CNN, checked my email, visited all the shops (and the bookstore twice), and of course went on a pub crawl to the two establishments that served beer: the Buckeye Brewing Company and Moe's. All that accomplished, I hopped on my connecting flight, and finished my trip.

It was as cold in Savannah that night as it was in Boston that morning, which was a bit of a rude surprise. Thankfully it warmed up nicely today, and sounds like it will do more so tomorrow.

Today was spent relaxing: I went and saw Syriana which was...complex. Good, but complicated.
We had a small holiday party where I learned the quite interesting fact that it's relatively easy to acquire a permit to carry a concealed weapon, and bring it with you on your trip to Walmart, or if you're stepping out to Walmart, or perhaps if you need to drive up the road to Walmart. Because, you know, sometimes it's imprtant to be able to protect yourself when food shopping or buying a new riding mower.

That pretty much brings you up to speed. Right now, I'm watching the Paul Schrader version of the Exorcist prequel, which is quite not good and continuing on my weekend regimen of relaxing, which should only be disturbed by the impending annual argument with my mother about her desire to drag me to Christmas eve mass, and my equally fervent desire to abstain.

But that's for tomorrow.