I've arrived safe and sound in the city that used to be home. Tomorrow I work, go to Powell's, go to dinner, and then on Thursday morning I fly home at oh-dark-hundred. Yes, I'm crazy, but it's the fifteen year anniversary of a weekly dinner that I founded. I'm wildly impressed that it's lasted this long.
Frightening but true: I was happy to discover that there was a fitness center at the hotel, and disappointed that it was closed when I arrived. As I was grabbing my bags from the car, I found myself thinking, "You know, I could just run a couple of laps around the hotel." That feeling passed quickly, but I'm worried about myself.
There is a whole family of raccoons standing guard over my rental car. They're so cute!