Back in the Dirty South...

Finally home. Had a crappy flight from Seattle to Dulles yesterday, on which I noticed that I was, in fact, getting sick. I made it all the way through camp without succumbing to "the bug" only to come down with it last night. Sorry flight 219, but you are all now infected. Happy New Year!

It's awfully nice to be back at the ranch with the doggies and four weeks ahead of me with NO touring whatsoever. Time to reflect. It does feel like a truly "new" year this time around and I am looking forward to 2005 like I have not looked forward to a year in a really long time. The 70 degree weather is doing wondrous things for my attitude and I feel like I can get on with things now.