Back to Normal

Well, its been three weeks since Dad's funeral, and for the most part I feel back to myself.

I got back home from Nashville on Sunday night after much hullabaloo. I was bumped from 5 different flights from the Music City. I was scheduled to leave at 945am and get to Dallas at 2pm Sunday afternoon. Scott and I were going to find an Indian restaurant to enjoy since there aren't any in Waco. At 330pm I was still waiting at the airport, hoping for a layover in either Atlanta or Cincinnati. Finally I was the last person on board a flight to Cinci, with the "promise" of a connecting flight once we landed. I was bumped from 2 other flights and ended up flying to Austin instead. Fortunately I caught Scott before he left for Dallas. Unfortunately, my luggage made it there instead. My dearest brother in law, Jeff is gonna pick it up for me when he flies in on Sunday.

Anyway. I am glad a good portion of drama is behind me. The deposition went well. John tells me I did a good job and hopefully the wreck just be a small footnote in our history. Have I mentioned how much I adore my legal counsel?

It registered 100 degrees here today.

Scott and I went for dinner tonight to celebrate his finishing French. He enjoyed a nice prime rib, while I indulged in a salad and a grape martini. We completed the night by going to see Mr and Mrs Smith.

So there you have it. The Jenn Update for this week. I look forward to Jeff and Rann being here this week. Another taste of home.