put me on the next plane, please!

I've been on travel for work all week long, blogging in the evenings from a hotel room with a not-so-great internet connection - on the edge of the Eastern time zone - two hours later than home. Eating food I didn't cook, getting ready in a bathroom that isn't mine, working out in your average hotel "fitness room," and generally being very glad that work doesn't require me to travel all that often. I couldn't live in a hotel room.

My flight back to ABQ is at 5:30 tomorrow morning (yes, that would be 3:30 NM time!) - and much as I hate getting up early, I wanted to be home by noon, and this was the best way I could find to do it. So, I'm already packed and ready to go, for the most part. All I have to do in the morning is change into jeans, t-shirt, and sandals, and throw my sweatshirt in my bag - traveling incognito again. ;)  (If you wondered why I wrote that post this week, now you know!)

Being away from home always makes me appreciate everything about home more. Since I need to get some sleep so I can actually make it out of this hotel room tomorrow morning and get back to the home I appreciate, I'm going to call it a night - and leave you with a thought:

For those of us who believe: does being away from our ultimate "home" (with God, in eternity) make us appreciate that home - though we don't know what it will be like - more?

I'd argue that it should.

Peace and good to all of you, my friends. I'll catch ya on the flip side - back in the Mountain time zone - sometime tomorrow.