back in the desert
Woke up in the middle of the night last night and got sick a bunch of times over the course of a few hours. Had to make a gametime decision about getting on my flight back to Phoenix or trying to find a later takeoff.
Waited in line at the Canada/US border for 90 minutes and finally got to Detroit Metro airport, only to find my plane delayed for another hour.
I’ve been on a diet of apple juice and mandarin oranges (and I”m about to make some chicken noodle soup). I hate being sick, but it least it held itself off until after Christmas.
It was good to see my friends in Windsor. We went out to our favourite tavern and did what we used to do on a daily basis back when I was strictly a Canuck: played video games and drank cheap beer.
Got to see a bit of snowfall on Christmas Eve, but most of the snow was already on the ground when I got into town.
Went and saw the Lions win a game. Detroit still stinks just the way I like it.
I don’t think some of you will believe me when I write this,
but there is something frankly relaxing about driving through dead factory towns west of Detroit’s downtown.
So, that’s how I spent my holidays. I miss it back home already.