Well, I’m back home. Good ole Cincinnati. Had dinner with half of my family, the other half is sick with fevers (not H1N1, though, no worries).
Its strange being home. I feel that I’m not really here yet. Hard to explain, though. Hopefully after a good night’s sleep (in my own bed!) I’ll feel better in the morning.
Twenty-four hours in a plane, ten hours waiting in an airport. That’ll take it out of you. But I have to stay up until normal bed time, or else I won’t reset my clock. My body says its already Friday morning around 6 am. But my clock says its still Thursday around 8:40 pm. Another hour and I’m off to dreamland. I can’t wait!
Then does this mean you will be at group on Monday? You do realize that you’ve missed an entire year. Your lucky we’ll even let you back in. Welcome home.
Welcome home Paul!
Would love to have you in to class to share your story. The students are currently raising funds to invest globally (Kiva.org), and they would love to hear about your experiences
Let me know when you’ve settled in.
M
I’ll be there, Dan! Thanks for allowing me to stay!
Can’t wait to see you and hang out! I promise not to take you to any ethnic restaurants.