That’s what it took, doorstep of our hotel to doorstep of our house. That’s one third the time it took us to actually get to St. Maarten. Our trip home went, for the most part, smoothly. Someone must have realized that I didn’t run much on vacation, so I had the pleasure of a sprint through the Charlotte airport. Thankfully, it’s a much smaller airport than Philly, so it didn’t kill me and we caught our plane. Win!
Since arriving home, we’ve had the pleasure of losing internet, having to install a new router, and Beer Geek stepping in cat poop that, well, let’s just say involved a lot of scrubbing and my washer is currently running a load on the sanitize setting. We’ve also had some fun though. Last night a bunch of friends came over and we finally tasted our Christmas beers. 15 of them + a four year vertical of Alaskan smoked porter. I know Jamoosh is kicking himself for not being here. ;o)
Re-entry has been a bit rough, but things are starting to fall into place for my incredibly busy week. I need to get back running or my only options for clothing will involve spandex. ;o)
Hopefully I’ll start catching up with you all soon!