Mexico was great...

... but I'm so happy to be home! I missed my daughter more than I ever thought I could miss anyone. Thankfully my friend pulled through her surgery and we spent a lot of time together talking about our aches, pains, dreams and wishes... it was nice. The flight home was a pain in the ass... who wants to be on a propeller job? Not me! They called it (the plane) the "Dehavilland Dash" -- yeah... because you miss the plane if you don't dash through the airport!!!

Oh well... it's good to be back!