Having been dropped off VERY early Tuesday  by the Road2DC crew, I am once more home in Omaha.

And as nice as it is to sleep in my own bed and being able to spark up a cigarette along with my Exxon Valdez sized mug of strong coffee and sit back and enjoy a reliable cup of bandwidth and scratch the dog behind his ears; I feel somehow smaller and discontented.

With the drone of EWTN on my Grandmother’ television in the background and my dog licking my ankles I sit here and try and put my experiences and thoughts in order on what by rights should be a large event in a persons life.  I apologize ahead of time if this meanders or bounces between the overly intimate and the coldly analytical; but the only way that I know how to do this at present is to just crack open the door and let my consciousness stream out.

Join me after the jump if you will and I think I will cross post this on the big K in hopes of keeping my donut ability, and on Road2DC to help flesh out our little travelogue.

Mind the furniture as we take a walk around the inside of my mind.