On layover (abbreviated because of lateless out of San Jose) in Dallas, waiting for my flight to OKC to board. It's Christmas, so it must be Oklahoma. It's funny to be back so soon, since I was here in October for OU's homecoming. Of course, I haven't been writing much these last few months, mostly because it turns out I've been sick for quite a long time and just ignoring it. Finally broke down and went to the Dr. this past Monday, and was given (in addition to a stern talking-to over taking care of myself) a course of antibiotics in the form of pills. Pills, I might add, that are almost the size of the last digit of one of my fingers. Horses would have trouble with these, and for the first few days I had a nasty sore throat. But as always, these things, they pass.

I'll be back in the habit of regular writing now, especially on my vacation. However, this time around I'm not wasting any money on the over-priced wireless access at the airports. With whole cities now blanketing their streets with free WiFi, it's just that much more obvious what a rip-off this "Wayport" access is. My university has campus-wide WiFi (well, for some generous definitions of "campus-wide", but I know where the strong spots are), my old fraternity has house-wide in their new digs. Oklahoma, or at least parts of it, are teetering dangerously on the brink of the 21st century. Well, the elections notwithstanding. But more on that in a later entry. Plus ça change, and all that, I suppose.

Ahh... the cattle call is going out...