My airplane got a flat tire. That's right, a flat tire on an airplane. And how do they fix it? Just a guy with a tire iron. It took 2 hours to get the tire changed. Needless to say, I missed my connection.

So I get stuck in Salt Lake City for a couple of days. Not the worst place to be stuck. It's a pretty cool town, actually. It snowed, which is always fun in March. Nevertheless, I'm glad to be home.

Thanks to all the well-wishers for keeping me in their prayers. The interview went reasonably well. I'll hear something in the next two weeks. If I get the job I'll give your prayers credit. If I don't get the job I'll know that Jawa readers need to turn their prayers towards the real God. You know, Allah.

Anyway about a million things to do to make up for lost time last week. Blogging will be light.

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