I'm leaving for Atlanta in one hour. Well, to be exact, I'm leaving for Midway in one hour. My flight doesn't leave for three and a half hours. I'm compulsive like that.

It's funny, I'm leaving Chicago just as the weather here starts getting nice. There have been thunderstorms, big, loud, booming things for the past two days. I really love thunderstorms, except when I'm trying to walk to campus in them. Still, it's warm in Atlanta, and the weather's usually pretty good in March, short rainstorms and then sun, so I'm sure it'll be fine.

I'm even kind of looking forward to going home. None of my friends from high school will be around, so I plan on sleeping, catching up on my reading, and watching lots of TV. I imagine it will get boring, but it's only for a week. And I get to see my puppy! The thought of no problem sets or required reading will more than make my week anyway.