Today I am blogging by rabid request of my raging fan base, not because I'm feel any variety of inspired. So we'll see how this turns out.
I left the foggy skies of Salt Lake City yesterday morning on a little plan destined for Chicago, where I spent all of the half hour it took to get to my other plane and take off on a plane bound for Pennsylvania. I landed in Pittsburgh a bit after 6, if I remember right. After waiting an intolerable amount of time to get picked up (less than half an hour), I was once again in the presence of (part of) my lovely family.
As I learned later , SLC actually ended up closing the airport for a time that evening, and BYU campus was even shut down. I'm lucky I got out when I did, although I do love me a good snowstorm. I also learned later that the anticipated blizzard was quite a let-down, at least in Provo. I now allow myself a silent smile of gratification that I didn't miss out on much.
After arriving at my uncle's house, I was promptly fed several helpings of homemade lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. It was so beautiful I almost cried. Besides seeing the family, free delicious food for THREE WHOLE DAYS is what most excited me when looking forward to Thanksgiving break. This morning I ate pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Dinner tonight was chili from scratch and Brazilian cornbread. Life is incredible.
I just turned on "The Final Countdown," and I automaticaly feel a lot more epic...That song should be the background to life. Everything would be better. Everything.
Ummm yeah. I'm really not feeling inspired right now. I'm kind of in a been-doing-Arabic-for-too-long-and-it's-kind-of-nighttime-and-I-haven't-stood-up-much-today stupor, and it's not very conducive to writing anything at all witty or interesting. I apologize to the aforementioned raging fan base.
On a happier note, tomorrow's Thanksgiving! I look forward to hours of pure gluttony. It shall be beautiful.
Cheers!
