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After spending last night sleeping through most of a ten-hour, 5,200-mile flight and slogging through the early morning, without coffee, waiting in lines at immigration and customs in Washington, D.C., I landed in Pittsburgh around 9:30 AM. I walked off the plane with the top third of my shirt unbuttoned, my sunglasses hanging loosely, and an iPod connected to my ears. It was the quintessential modern beach bum look, even though it was prompted by mere convenience.

Leaving the Pittsburgh airport, I must have looked like a lunatic. There I was, emitting the temperate and sunny ambience of the Buenos Aires climate I had left a mere 14 hours prior, stepping into cold rain, dark clouds, and a wind chill around 45 degrees. I would have found it much more amusing if I wasn't completely soaked and terribly chilly by the time I got into my car.

All is well here and, perhaps, better than well, since my mom decided to make a number of improvements around the house for the week and a half she stayed here while I was in Argentina. My cats are happy, my rugs are clean, and there's an Italian chef on top of my refrigerator that sings when you stomp on his foot!

Also, you should check out today's xkcd. Be sure to hover your mouse over the image and read the caption. He speaks the truth!

Edit (2007 Apr. 26): The singing, bouncing doll on top of my refrigerator is apparently not an Italian chef. He has a chef's hat, but I think he sings about matzo. Does the stereotypical Jewish chef have a long, brown beard, a jovial smile, and brightly colored clothes? Regardless of his nationality, he's quite hilarious to watch!