it's almost over. i will be sad when i leave, but i will also be glad to sleep in my own bed and eat my own doritos.
christmas was stormy--flash floods, winds, mudslides. an earthquake. heightened security at lax. i'll have to be at the airport 5 hours ahead of time to make a noon flight. my niece and nephew have had more tantrums i can shake my ass at, and my sister and brother-in-law need to get out more. i feel so bad when i see how tired they get and how their time really isn't their own.
but it's almost over. next week, i'll be back in chicago, back at my office, back in my life. missing them while i'm back in my life.
have also had inordinate conversations about anal sex while here and it's unnerving. who knew evangelical christians were so into it?