Homeward Bound

After a week away, home will be sweet.

When you have a best friend, you want to talk to her more often than once a day, and for longer than five or ten minutes. And hearing a smile is nice, but seeing it is ever so much better. Tomorrow, I see her smile.

Oh, I have to remember to tell her that I got a nice compliment on my Luther ring.

I never expected to have as fulfilling and inspiring a trip as this was, but I am ready to go home. I've met some people with whom I will stay in contact, and more who I will see again next year at this conference. And, amazingly, meeting the new people does not have to be nerve-wracking. (Well, except for a couple of executives, but that's goes with the territory known as "Type A" people.)

And I need to remind myself that I can find time to exercise at a hotel, if I just make my mind up to do it. Only twice in seven days, but I could possibly have squeezed in one more -- and twice is better than I was afraid I'd do. The treadmills here are really nice - with built-in TVs and radios, if you want them. And a convenient place to set my MP3 player while I run.

I doubt I will continue to Twitter, though. It was interesting, but I don't think it fits me.