In the a.m. it will be time for me to pick up and make haste for home with the help of a jet aeroplane.
I can't wait to be back home with Betsy and the kids and return to all things familiar in the man pit. Though I did hear through the grapevine that Betsy cleaned up the basement. Hopefully, my gear isn't by the curb when I roll in.
Below you can see Matt Snodgrass with my recognizable visage to his right, eating some fine cheese steak sandwiches. Thanks to C.C. for putting the photo up on flickr.