tiredSpeaking of flight, I'm flying home to Atlanta tomorrow. I'm finally feeling more or less human after having had a cold for the better part of two weeks now. Last week, I was so out of it when I was flying home, I walked into the ladies' room at the Cleveland airport by accident. I'm sure I told that story already, but it's a good one. I'm looking forward to getting home. Mary bought one of those cat-sitting DVDs, and evidently it's quite the hit around the Holton household.
I had more to say (e.g. "Hey! I saw where they caught Saddam Hussein the other day!"), but I'm kind of out of it. Like I said, I'm finally feeling well, and my appetite came back all at once. I had a veritable feast at the Macaroni Grill across the street. The food's pretty good there; I can do without the "ambience", if you know what I mean. I still haven't figured out the thing where they grind pepper onto a plate and dump oil onto it. I've been to a lot of Italian places (real Italian places--you know, bullet holes in the wall kind of places) and I've never seen any of them do it; they all serve butter with their bread. Oh, well...To each his own, right?
