from the "I just flew in from Halifax and boy, are my arms tired" dept.

It is 6am Atlantic, but the clock on the wall says 2am. That's because I am home in Vancouver. Another trip has concluded.

The final day was busy: lunch with Wade Keller at CTV/Maritimes, zipping around with Mark Hammond, followed by dinner at his house with Heather.

Then it was off to the airport. My flight was originally scheduled for a 8:20pm Atlantic departure. It left at 8:50, and threatened to arrive too late to make my connection in Toronto. I was stuck in a middle seat, but it wasn't too bad. I zoned out with a book and tunes.

The flight arrived in time to get the connection, and I was only subjected to YYZ Terminal 1 for 40 minutes or so.

The second leg I was blessed with an aisle seat and a open seat between me and the guy sitting in the window seat. I watched the first movie "Cinderella Man" (which was pretty good) and slept through Ocean's 12.

Air Canada sure is cheap these days: no food, no pillows, no blankets. What a crock.

I touched down in a chilly Vancouver about 1:10am local time (5:10 atlantic). And there were patches of snow to be seen from the cabride home. Considering I've been up since 7am atlantic, it's time to stop blogging and start sleeping.

And I work in 12 hours. Fun. But it was a great trip. And I can't wait to do it again.

Cheers!