Getting back in the saddle

"Welcome!"...
"You've got mail!"...

I'm finally home with the convenience of cable internet access, and it feels good. My dad still uses America Online with dial-up. I'd forgotten about the three little windows that come up on startup with the the icon of the computer connecting to the running AOL man, which then lights up the picture of the Earth to signify your connection to the World Wide Web. Needless to say, I couldn't even pull up my email in a timely fashion, let alone contribute to the blog this past week. At least I was able to pick out a nice modern laptop for him at Best Buy while I was home (which will probably last him a good year before it becomes obsolete). I can only hope he finds a speedier internet provider to match his new digs.

After 2500+ miles of driving, I've got a lot to comment about. Food, the crazy maze that Austin has become, Casino Royale, the great collapse of the Texas Longhorns...just some of the topics I need to get out of my head in the coming days. Unfortunately, my Accord decided it was time to protest the abuse of my recent trek by making some horrendous squeaky sounds from the left front end that sounds suspiciously like a busted ball joint when we pulled in to Silas and Maddy's for ice cream in Scootypuff's old stomping grounds in Kansas. I suspect I'll be spending most of tomorrow at the maintenance garage, so the blog world will have to wait a bit longer.

Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving. Did anyone check on Wild Willie in his fartorium? Hopefully, he didn't die enjoying the aromas of his personal bouquet.