Back to Exile

So my week back in Colorado ends today. I hop on a plane at 5:22 and get back to Houston at 8:58, tired, hungry and generally sad. And I miss the Oscars to top it of. Watching the Oscars was a tradition with my parents as they were as dotty about movies as I am. It was really important to them who won what. Oh, well, at least I won't get irritated with the dude who wins for best shoes in a comedy or whatever and takes 20 minutes to thank his orthodontist, druggist and his third grade substitute teacher.