When a man is tired of London, Ontario, is he tired of life?

[robotnik2004]

Home again, at a little after 1 am last night. A long rant about everything that happened on my 48+ hour trip home would sure be cathartic (It included a two-and-a-half hour cab ride (!) from London to Detroit, an hour trapped in the plane after landing in Boston because the exit ramp was frozen*, and finally, abandoning my cab driver after he got stuck in a snowbank a few blocks from my house, to finish the journey on foot. Plus lots of people not coping with life at their very best.) but I'm now so under the gun for the campus visits / job talks I have on Thursday and next Monday, I really can't do it justice.

It was great to see my sister and brother-in-law and their kids, though. And London looks nice, though the weather precluded much sightseeing. How did the interview itself go? OK, I think. I really can't remember.

*After an hour, this vexing dilemma was solved by moving the plane forward three feet.