Homeward Bound

For the 11th in less than 12 months, I am preparing to transit the mighty Atlantic ocean. That might sound like a worthy feat if I were using a canoe. However, I am writing this from the Star Alliance lounge at Heathrow terminal 1. I don't know if you know this, but they only let fancy people in here. Which is why I am here. Because I am fancy.

Just a quick stop over in DC for a long weekend with my lady friend and other, non-lady friends. And Chipotle.