Home again, Home again

Man, I hate flying. It's not the security, it's not the herding, the crowded seats, it's not the cramped feeling of having someone right next to you.
It's the heights.
I hate heights.
Even tall buildings freak me out. Last year, when I volunteered at the Federal Courthouse, that freaked me out.
Ever since I was a little kid, when I saw cartoons of someone flying in a plane, and the floor dropping out from underneath him, I decided two things.
First, that was pretty funny.
Second, that was never ever going to happen to me. Even now, I get a little shudder. But I got here safe and sound, (thanks to Yin and Yang for a ride to my place) looking forward to getting into the swing of law school again for the final four weeks before finals.
Yee-haw!