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Pistons/Pacers and North Carolina... my weekend wasn't quite that exciting. Dave flew in from Chicago on Friday night and I managed to taste a little bit of that post nine eleven airport crap that I thought we were slowly working past. In order to be in McKinney on time, we had to leave Spring by 3:00, so my alarm clock going off at 2:30 was anything but welcomed. I had a great time watching the cats. I love those tigers... my favorite of all the big cats. Dave went to the Fort Worth Zoo with Tom and I headed back south to Houston. Urs and Sandra were hosting a dinner with some friends from Spain and Switzerland who just had a baby. EL had to leave early because of a prior commitment and I was about to fall over. The drive really takes it out of me. I used to love driving on long road trips until I did a round trip jaunt from upstate New York to south Texas in a week. I've been scarred for life. Early to bed, early to rise. I finished up some photos in the morning, but mostly lazed around the house. It was rainy and nasty outside. The fire in the den kept the house cozy and made it hard to justify consciousness. I stayed up and watched the Texans game last night and managed to sleep so deeply that I am running late this morning. I was oblivious to the alarm clock. It happens. The weather still sucks this morning, so I'm taking the bus. There was a Gulfstream jet crash on I45 south of town that appears to have roads is even worse shape down that direction. One of my least favorite daily staples of Houston life is the traffic accident reality. Every day on every highway you will find chaos, bent metal, and broken automobiles... or bones... or both. I left my dingleberry at home. I feel naked without it. No phone, no email, no clock. Every since I have been professionally required to carry a cell phone, I stopped wearing a watch. So, with the Blackberry on the bar at the house, I am wandering about in ignorant bliss.