Texas bound

The 24-hour bug appears to have left the premises, with no one here the worse for wear. My appetite isn't quite back all the way yet, but major gastrointestinal operations appear to have ended, if you know what I mean. In the battle for my stomach, the United States is victorious.

Last night we were visited by movie-nerd-discussion-group stalwart (and my tutor in all things avant-garde) Michael Sicinski, his lovely wife and newly-minted comp-rhet professor Jen Wingard, and their adorable two-year-old Nola. I hope that they enjoyed being here as much as we enjoyed having them, although the Archer vomiting episode may have dampened their enthusiasm a bit.

They're headed to Houston to begin Jen's new job at the University thereof. We talked a little about Houston and what it's like (Michael grew up there). I didn't say this at the time, but Houston always brings to mind a Bob and Ray sketch for me.

It's a traveler's advice show. The listener asks what he should do to cope with the roadwork that has closed one of the main roads leading into Houston. "I'm afraid they'll close the other one, and we'll all be trapped here," his letter reads. "What should I do?" The advice he receives: "Get out of town while the road's still open."