Homeward bound

Reversing my previous journey. Got virtually no sleep last night and then I headed oot for Raleigh. Ken had "TiVo"d the Cotton Bowl. Sadly, in the course of this hazardous life, we were unable to avoid seeing the after-the-fact score. So we're watching it now, but I already know I have to buy the man a six pack. The good news is he's got a New Year's Resolution to cut back on his alcohol intake so maybe I can pull some kind of scam on him. Also good news: he can't read, so he'll never know aboot this.

Rainy today. I dunno if that's why, but my cellphone reception, already roamier than Rome, has gone in the crapper. Which is bad news. Fortunately, I managed to find my way without any confused celly calls. But I miss the connectedness.

Went to a pretty cool Fiesta Bowl watchin' shindig with some of Ken's friends, several of whom attended the victorious Ohio State. College Football not really my favorite, but I can appreciate a couple games a year. High Definition TV is definately superior for sports.

Oh, yeah, I finished both Franken and Simmons, so now all I have to read on the way back is a sixty year old dissident economics book. That ought to get me to sleep before the sun rises.