Yesterday, I landed in New York in what can only be described as a dismal muck of rain, clouds, and fog; things were a bit better in Raleigh, and made better still by the wonderful A&D welcoming committee. Uncharacteristically, I had gotten no sleep on the plane, and so I was kind of wiped when we got home. “Home”, in this case, is Southern Village, a neighborhood of Chapel Hill. The “southern” refers to both its geographical location within Chapel Hill, as well as the very civilized southern character of the place. After a solid nine hours of sleep, I awoke to sparkling blue skies. On my way home from a basic ABC (apples, bagels, cereal) shopping, I took this picture of the neighborhood entrance (35°52'45.55"N, 79°3'50.60"W) at 11:42 a.m. It’s good to be here.