It is a long day of traveling back home today, and I am just at the beginning of it. I am hanging out at the Phoenix airport waiting a for a very late red-eye back home to New York, where I'll be happy to see a early-rising Christy at the airport.

I'm now considering if I will get any sleep tonight. Maybe a bit, but none till I board I get to my seat. Can you call the act of getting from terminal to your seat "planing", as the reverse is deplaning? Spell checker says yes, but common sense says no.

Coolest tidbit I picked up on this trip: roundabouts are now the next big thing Arizona. My family drove though a newly built road that had a good half dozen of them. I felt like I was in Europe, something that does not happen very often when I'm out west. If you have never driven around one, they are hands down better than a stop light. If you don't believe me, have a look.

Secondary tidbit, I now know how to get to John McCain's house. Well, at least one of them. He happens to live really close to a group of these newly built roundabouts. I wonder what he thinks of them.

This fine laptop is sucking away juice faster than I can type, so I have to wrap this up. Christmas was great, and I hope yours was too, if that's your thing. Now all I have to do is find a rockin' New Years party.

Posted by Colin J Allen at 10:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I'm dusting off this blog and getting back to writing. It's been a bit since I have given you an update. I apologize for that, but I figure that this day of gift-giving is a good time to start.

I'm here in Prescott, Arizona, hanging out with my parents to celebrate the holidays. Despite having to work remotely, it has been great to take a break from the daily grind. It's great that just a little time off can bring back the spark of creativity.

I am currently Wii obsessed. There is one here, and as of this morning, there will be one in our house. As I haven't played video games in a few years, my tolerance to them has dropped. I was Wii boxing with my dad, and my arms were sore the next day. It is an especially spazz-o-riffic game, so no wonder. I would hate to see how I look flailing my arms this way and that as fast as I can move them. How fun it is to look foolish.

I am getting kicked out of the living room now, so I must go. I will write more soon.

Posted by Colin J Allen at 11:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)