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Well, I am home from an amazing weekend in the land of best friends finishing each others' sentences and thinking the exact same thoughts at the same time. Maybe folks thought I was going to Chicago to drink my way up and down the downtown, party hardy. No, man. I went to hang out and talk to a great friend. We had so many good conversations. It was amazing. Also, I got to see the Croat as a mama and meet her amazing daughter. After a day or so, Olivia got used to me and would smile when she saw me. Heart = melted. I asked a ton of questions about having a kid, and Croat never hesitated to respond. It was great, and we even had a date night out together, just the two of us. Amazing. Unfortunately, we forgot to take any pics of us together. Bah.

Alas, here I am in Georgia once again. Traveling home was fairly uneventful. On my flight, I sat next to a small Asian guy about my age. He didn't speak much English, as evidenced by his exchange with the beverage cart gals. But when he saw me working on my sudoku puzzle, those numbers became our universal language. Unfortunately, he made no bones about staring at the puzzle while I tried desperately to crack it. And I just knew that because he was Asian, he was solving it in his head without issue. Finally, as he started to unfold his napkin to draw the puzzle board, I gave it to him - just handed him my newspaper, which he readily accepted. He didn't immediately get it all worked out, but soon enough while I watched over HIS shoulder. I then gave him my second one, which he didn't have time to complete on account that we landed. Along our descent he asked me a question, of which I could only understand the words "you" and "Atlanta," to which I said "yes." We're pretty much BFFs now.

After that I got my bag and headed to my car. I thought I remembered where I parked, but no dice. I overshot the damn aisle (seemed a lot further on Friday) and searched too far out for about 15 minutes before one of the courtesy carts came and picked me up. Since I was nearly in tears, I tipped the lady $5 once we found my car. I didn't have any ones, and she deserved it anyway, as she was very kind to me. And that's what happens when regular coffee drinkers skip all caffeine all day long. You lose your fucking brain.

But I made it home, jet-lagged (that one hour difference is pure craziness) and kind of dumb. Joe took care of making dinner (and coffee), and we relaxed together. I was supposed to run today, but it would have been terrible. Instead, I'm going to get back on the wagon, rest, eat clean, and run my no-nads off tomorrow. Booya, Georgia, I'm back!