We laughed, we cried, we touched down

Got on a plane last night and heard that at departure it was still 75 degrees. The pilot mentioned that weather in London had been 'miserable' in the past few days. Everyone had a good laugh.

Then we arrived and the pilot said, 'No seriously -- the weather here is absolutely miserable. 50s and raining, and it's August.' Then we had a good cry.

In between I watched Half Nelson. That's a really excellent movie.