He's above the Altantic...

Ryan called from Amsterdam last night. I was so surprised to hear his voice, but I was estatic that he made his flight. Sometimes you just never know what's happening on those flights from Tanzania to Amsterdam...

Anyway, today's the day that he comes home! I sound ridiculous. He's only been gone for 2 weeks, but it feels a lot like the time I went away for 3 months to live in London and the anticipation (with a little bit of dread) of going home. It's crazy how long 2 weeks can be when you are used to seeing someone everyday. Or, in our case, once every two days.

If the traffic is bad coming home from SFO, we'll stay in the city. I hate traffic and I can only imagine how much of it there will be on the day before Thanksgiving in the bay area. Lots.

Tomorrow is turkey day. If you haven't read my sister Brianne's blog about our grandma's famous jell-o, you are missing out. She tells a good story. Head on over and check it out. I'm looking forward to it, Bri! Godspeed to you and the jell-o.

My students have sucked everything creative and witty right out of me--from the deepest places in my soul. I have nothing left to say.

I'm off to get the car washed so I can pick Ry up in style.

Have a great holiday!