Back to Music City

After a whirlwind four days through St. Louis and Minneapolis, I'm home! And happy to be here. I took five different airplanes over the past four days, and none of them broke down or in any remote way appeared to be plunging to the ground. So I guess my luck is changing.

My flights yesterday were delayed due to bad weather in Chicago. I arrived into Minneapolis almost two hours late, by which time Hertz had cancelled my rental car reservation. Before I had time to stress out, they put me in a black 2005 Lincoln Navigator, with leather interior, wood paneling, sunroof, satellite radio, the works. I know what you're thinking: 'That gas guzzler? She doesn't want one of those!' Heck yes, I want one of those! It was AWESOME. I've never considered myself a car person, but it was super cool.

I'm tired tonight, but glad to be home. I loved seeing the Yus, I loved seeing Marcie and Ryan. It was like a high school reunion getting back with them. LOVE THOSE TWO. We went bra shopping together - the ultimate female bonding tradition. It was a good trip, for business and for pleasure. I also realized, while I was up north, that I love St. Paul. What a gorgeous city. Why is it that the sky is so blue in Minnesota? I'd trade Nashville's 90-degree heat for St. Paul's 65-degree perfection any day. I loved the city today.

Finally, picture it: In my living room, Keith and I both working on our laptops. I'm on the couch, he's in the floor on the other side of the room. We're typing away in silence, when -DING- I get an instant message. It's Keith. "Reba?" I type back, "Just a minute." After a few more minutes he types, "Now?" and I type, "Ready." And he turns on the TV. Ah, the glory of the communication era.