Off to the Sunshine State

Doug and I woke up to a freezing cold house.  Ok, so no one was going to get frost bite at sixty-six degrees, but it was rather cold in the house.  We checked the furnace and the pilot light was definitely out.  I called my dad to see if he could help us light it.  Thankfully, before he left, I was able to restart it myself.  There was a trick to our furnace that I learned several years ago that worked once again.  Both of us were relieved that it was soon seventy-two degrees in the house.  It wasn't the cooler temperature that we were worried about, but the fact that we were leaving for Florida tonight and didn't want Cameron or my parents to have to deal with a furnace issue.

The rest of our morning was a quiet one.  We ate lunch and watched the first half of the IU vs Michigan State game with Cameron.  We listened to the rest of the game on the way to Indianapolis.  Indiana won fairly easily which was very nice as it gave us a three game winning streak against some tough teams.  Cameron left for Goshen after the game.  He was invited to dinner with the girls' basketball team as they all watched the sectional pairing show together.  After he found out that they would play next Friday against Blackhawk Christian, he spent the rest of the evening hanging out at Samuel's.

Doug and I arrived at economy parking just before 4 p.m.  Meg and Nick showed us just after us.  Plante Moran had delivered her computer to our house yesterday.  Thankfully, she didn't have to drive all of the way home to get it.  We only visited a minute before they left for Bloomington and we caught the shuttle to the airport, but it was great to see them.

We ate dinner and got in some steps before boarding.  Our plane was on time, but it took an extra half hour to de-ice the wings.  The flight was an easy one.  Doug slept the entire time and I watched Nottinghill.  He woke up in time to see the 49ers beat the Cowboys before we got off of the plane.  We picked up our rental car and were on our way to Ocala soon afterward.  Doug ordered pizza once we were within thirty minutes of Marcos.  A strong storm hit just after he hung up.  Fortunately, it was a quick one and didn't slow us down too much.  Marcos closed at 11 p.m. and Doug really wanted to make it.  He needed pizza for his lunch this week and maybe a slice or two tonight.  We pulled into their parking lot with one minute to spare.  It was the perfect way to end a relatively easy trip.