Out of the frying pan

After a lovely (but rather long 16 hour) flight on Singapore Airlines, the Foxes have officially returned to the US of A and once again find themselves in the warm embrace of Uncle Sam. When I say warm, I mean bone-chillingly frigid, thanks to the ice storm that smacked Portland last night. I must say, it's a rather unwelcome change from equatorial Singapore.

And so I now sit in the Portland airport, patiently awaiting the departure of my flight to Louisville. It may be a while...