Usually my mother comes with me to San Antonio, we get up late on Sunday and have a leisurely brunch before heading back to our homes. Since she isn't here this morning I decided to try to head out early. So I'm on my way home! And not a moment too soon because my throat is killing me this morning. I think I've had enough of this hotel. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed which may happen the instant I walk back in the door in Houston. And I admit it. I LOVE Houston. I miss it and I'll be glad to be home.