It's difficult to believe, but just twelve hours ago I was crammed into a subway car with an overnight bag, surrounded by the swirling mass of humanity and the odd array of smells that mark prime commuting hours in New York City. I had popped up on the train for a fundraiser for a charity run by some friends of ours, and spent about 16 hours in town before grabbing a train back and heading straight in to work.
Then again, we had gotten back from Army-Navy weekend in Philadelphia about 16 hours before I headed to New York. Maybe it was some kind of curse. (I mean, it is: the curse of "biting off more than any sane person can chew," and to be fair, it runs in the family.)
and galas (and of course that double OT win.)
Oh, and all of Ford's Rocky dreams came true.
Just before that, I did a turn-and-burn to Denmark for work, which was wet and cold and reminded me of 1) living in Bremerhaven when we were kids, and the number of times we must have watched the "Hans Christian Andersen" movie, and 2) the extent to which I am convinced that the customs line at JFK is the seventh level of hell.
But the highlight of the last month was our insane road trip to Arkansas for Thanksgiving.
The drive is absurdly long, made longer by horrendous holiday traffic, but the world's best road trippers had a blast,
we lucked out, and had great weather for hiking and tractor-ing,
Mom made her famous pizza (and rolls!),
and cousin time was magical. As always.
Plus, no one caught on fire.
Although there were a couple close calls.
After a travel-heavy couple months, we think we're going to stay put for Christmas. Which means plenty of relaxing all the local holiday things like knockoff German Christmas markets in the Inner Harbor,
the holiday pops show at the Kennedy Center,
work Christmas parties necessitating ridiculous attire, and holiday brunch. ('tis the season for chicken and waffles?!)
We wish everyone a restful (ha!) holiday season.
