Back home again in Indiana
It appears that I left my hat on the last plane coming home, probably in the overhead bin. I also seem to have lost my pocket comb while fumbling for my ticket in the airport parking lot at 2:00 a.m. On the good side, I found my cell phone this morning between my car seat and the console where it fell out of my pocket on the way to Indy.
So, I lost a couple of skirmishes, but I'm still holding my position. That counts as a victory.
Speaking of the meetings, they were actually good and productive. I learned some important things and had a couple of important conversations. The business seemed to be moving important things through the pipeline. The mills of the BSA grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding fine. Still, I'll be glad when my term is up. I don't think my body or my wallet can stand being a Somebody much longer.