Houston, We Have Landing

Touchdown.

And I am officially in Scotland, a land that is pretty much as everyone has described. Way to ruin the surprise for me, everyone. The flights were, as always, torturous and will be commented upon at a later date, when I have access to my own computer and a keyboard I am familiar with, but in the end, all was well. Everything here is, as was expected, smaller. And I don't just mean the size of cars and storefronts, but the width of the toilet paper rolls are definitely more narrow. Word. And the weather? Dark, foggy, and damp, just as everyone had described. But then again, so is winter in Maine. To all those skeptics that mocked all those years of harsh times at the Bo', I say to you, aha! Cold weather really does build character. Way more prepared for this weather than those shivering girls from S. Carolina and Florida. So how do you like them apples, suckas? (Note to self: Should work harder on new year's resolution of not excessively alienating and/or mocking lone reader.) Now that I've moved ever farther up north, to Edinburgh (henceforth known as Eddie. Or Burt. Or EddieBurt.) I'm building up even more character. Now if only all these years of cold sufferings could mount to something, like character, and that character could be traded in for something else useful, or perhaps lucrative... we can only hope.