Finally back in town.

It took an extra 18 hours or so, but I'm back.

All I can say for my travels is this:

I HATE Greyhound buses. It's been a good 5 years since I was on one, and I sure hope it'll be another 15 or 500 before I am again.

My grandparents have a really keen and very aware sense of what makes me happy. A picture, provided I can arrange it, will follow.

I'm tired, hungry and need a shower. Unfortunately, I think the shower is going to have to wait. I see by the big board that my football game starts in 10 minutes. Not really enough time to shave the head.

Grr.

Be happy, my friends.