Home, home again

We came back from New Orleans on an early flight this morning. Check-in was an absolute breeze, mostly because the NO airport is already not the busiest and, well, it was 7:30 am. There was literally no line at security as we strolled up to it and went through without a hassle. The flight was pretty smooth, too. I was thwarted by neck cramps in most of my attempts at sleep, but I did get some reading done. Later Alma and I watched some TV and then Jarhead, and then I fell asleep on her couch for a couple hours or so.

Some pictures and/or video coming soon. I've got one story about a cricket that still needs to be told, but without the accompanying video it's too hard to describe how awful a lot of Friday night was.