And then it was Monday

The worst thing about taking a late-night flight is how much later you arrive when the flight is an hour late departing the airport. I mean, arriving in Houston at 1:20 a.m. didn't sound all that bad. Arriving at 2:20 a.m. and driving home through some unbelievable fog...and having to get up for work the next morning...yeah, that just sucked.

So for now, I'll simply say that I had a fantastic time in San Diego, and that will have to do until pictures and stories show up later this week, when I've gotten a little more sleep.