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Just arrived home in Hartford (thanks Patrick for picking me up at the airport). Doug in Portland gave me a super sandwich to take on the plane loaded with avacado and greens. Yum (thanks)

I loaded up the rice cooker with sweet brown rice and set it for 7 AM. Perfect alarm clock. Then John takes me to the WNPR studios (thanks John) for an hour program (see previous post) then I dash to catch the train to meet up with Christine in NYC for lunch.

But tonight I sleep in my own bed with my own things. So glad I cleaned and organized before I left. Nice to come home to a tidy house.

I have great friends, a nice quiet home and after three weeks, eight US states and 18 presentations, I feel great . I go to bed a very rich man.
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Allyson Dylan Robinson said…
Welcome home, Peterson! Hope you had a peaceful night's sleep.
7:05 AM
Alex Resare said…
Good morning Peterson. Hope you slept well and that the day will be fun. A lunch in NYC with you and Christine sounds so much more fun than my day at the hospital.
7:08 AM
Elliot Coale said…
Well, now it's the afternoon, so... good afternoon, Peterson! I'm so glad you've had a good trip. Hope to hear from you soon, buddy.

And, Alex, why were you at the hospital?
12:16 PM
choirqueer said…
Your rice cooker has a TIMER on it?? Talk about hi-tech!

*hugs*
3:30 PM
SoulPony said…
just stopped for a visit. i see you have been very busy. glad you are well. happy, happy, joy, joy here in tennessee.
3:15 PM
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