45 minutes of White Christmas

It came in just under the wire, but at 11:15pm Christmas night, the snow started flying. Its right around midnight, and its letting up a bit, but we made it. Just enough to officially call it a White Christmas, at least up here on our ridge. I think it was pretty scattered around Southern Indiana, but I'm psyched, as long as there's no delayed flights Tuesday, my Christmas booty and I need to be getting back to Portland post haste.
This has been one of the best trips back home for Christmas in a long time, but I'm ready to get out of the boonies, back to my beautiful Portland, my broadband connection, and especially my G. I miss ya a lot buddy. See you tomorrow night, I'll call you from San Fran.