so, made it back just fine wednesday night, although my flight back was interesting for several reasons: 1. there was a guy on the flight who looked exactly like bilbo baggins from lotr. he had really tight curly brown hair, was amazingly short, and had all these amazing lines/wrinkles in his face. he was wearing loafers sans socks, very miami vice. i almost asked him to take his shoes off to see how hairy his feet were. 2. i had a window seat right over the wing (row 13, as a matter of fact), and i don't think i ever noticed before just how much the wings have a tendancy to flex when you ride through turbulance. 3. there was some sort of high-pitched whine in the cabin that led to all sorts of psychoacoustics for me. i kept imagining i was hearing things; my phone ringing (mozart's sonata #11 (rondo alla turka)), "swanee river", and all your favorite hits.