Time to Go.

I enjoy visiting my family.

I also enjoy going home. Four days is plenty.

It's cold and wet and depressing in Pennsylvania. I miss warmth, I miss my car, I miss my dog.

I might even miss my job.

I have no idea why people wonder why we left, or why we wouldn't come back. Visits in January just underscore the reasons that we live 3,000 miles away and come back once a year.

And boy is my mother-in-law a talker. I love her to death, though.

I love L.A.!