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It never really crossed my mind to write anything while home, so some of you may not have been aware that I was even home in the first place. I guess, somehow, blogging has become something I do down here and not up there.

The course of my break is probably better summed up by Anna, Joe and Geoff, than by me, as so much of mine was a blur, but I'm sure there are bits and pieces that I can lend to the stew.

I recall driving through the bulk of a relatively large snow storm, letting off the accelerator for a change and peering through large, falling flakes. We got in around eight-something. I went to Chipotle with The Boy, who is now only slightly shorter than me and can, after only thirteen years, officially beat me up. I will soon refrain from using the term 'little brother.'

Thanksgiving was fantastic. I ate the customary 'too much' and headed to the Phrathaüs. Partied. Slept. I woke up on Sunday, packed up most of my CDs -- which I am presently importing to iTunes -- and hightailed it back to Grinnell.

I also acquainted myself with Al Franken's book Lies.... Needless to say, having read only the first three chapters, I really hate Ann Coulter now.

And really like Al Franken.

Peace.
-Todd