So that happened
I was afraid to come back from vacation. I mean, I was afraid I *wouldn’t* be able to.
But I was up at 5, editing what I hope is the last 5 a.m. Monday thing for good.
But the really crazy part of the day? Is that I’m happy to be back.
Also something to be happy about?
Lost a pound or 15 between Vero Beach and Lake Buena Vista …
