Its been said, "Home is where the heart is." I'm not sure if that notion is rooted in geography or the warmth of relationships. But I gotta say, I'm glad to be back in Maine!

We left Los Angeles on a beautiful morning characterized by warm temps in the 80's and perfectly clear skies. But landing in Philly for a connecting flight was quite a different story. About half way between LA and Philly, the plane started lurching forward like a car hitting patches of black ice. Then the sudden drops in altitude started. WHEW ... my belly was full of butterflies. I probably looked like I was trying to sleep through it, but I was actually pleeding with God in prayer. Thankfully, the pilots were skilled and God merciful. We landed in the home of Major League champs to a big round of applause from all passengers onboard. Unfortunately, our connecting flight was cancelled and we would have 5 hours to kill before the next flight to Portland. Needless to say, we were exausted to finally arrive home at 2 am - some 20 hours after leaving my sister's house in Cal.

Now, BACK TO WORK !!!