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I was in Rome, on a plane accelerating down the runway. I could hear the jet engines turn on, and knew that at any moment I would feel that sudden rush as the laws of physics came together in a most miraculous way to lift thousands of pounds of metal and flesh into the air.

Then the engines turned off, the brake flaps came up, the plane stopped. It taxied back to the airport, where I spent five hours pacing and doing Sudoku puzzles. I got home to find that my wonderful Boiz had spent this time patiently waiting for me, and I felt wonderful for having such great friends. Then I opened the fridge, and felt awful for having such a cheap father.

He had turned off the fridge, in order to conserve energy while we were gone - a good idea in and of itself, were there not for the fact that there were some carrots and potatoes in the vegetable crisper. The whole thing was covered in mold and reeked. It wasn't particularly hard to clean, but it was a task I'd rather not have had.

One event of note that I ought to mention is that on September 2, half-a-gross of Janics, Janjics, Bojovics* and other -ics got together for our first ever family reunion. I wasn't surprised by the number of people, I had been expecting that, but I was delighted to see how many young people there were. I had a great time, and I have to admit that, once in a while, my father has a good idea.

If you need to reach me in the next two weeks, you should call. I have no internet at home (I also have no TV, which means no House -_- ). Now I'm gonna go home and put my jetlagged bones to bed.

* The Bojovics are my paternal grandmothers family members. The Janjics are a delightful sect of the Janics who, no kidding, got that name when their patriarch was born, and the wrong name was recorded on his birth certificate. They are, of course, from the same family as my grandfather. I'll post pics and a family tree some time.