I survived the seven a.m. flight.
I was the second to last person to actually get ON the flight, (due to rushing through a Tim Horton's breakfast sandwich prior to boarding), but I made it.
I even survived the four o'clock rising and the five o'clock drive to the airport.
It was a long day, but it was a good day.
I've come to the wilds of Saskatchewan to visit my parents this week. Randall is driving through to Winnipeg on Friday and he'll pick me up on his way by.
We'll be in the city for the weekend, and then head south for a little rendevous with the Granddaughter.
And her parents, of course.
It will be a good two weeks, I think, and I am excited to see that little Norah girl,... and that big Johanna girl... and their Nate...
But I am pretty sure I will be likewise very glad to get home at the end of it all.
Time for bed now.
I kind of like Old People Time...
Especially at night... when one has some sleep to catch up on...