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Back in the saddle again.

The saddle, being the office.

Back, being from the East Coast.

And now, it's about following up with the media. About putting details around the end of the year planning for work. About preparing to be in Ft. Lauderdale at the end of next week for a business tradeshow. JL and I are going to this, and if last year is any indicator, will have a great time and kick butt, which is so fun. Then, we get back, and the week after that I'm in DC for another conference, this time as an attendee.

Never been to DC. Heard it's awesome. Great food. Movers and shakers. History. The capital. Stuff like that.

Then, once we're back from DC, Daughter comes home for Thanksgiving. Yay!

Lots on the near horizon, then blissful holidays beginning with a big old roasted bird, savory stuffing, yams, sauteed green beans, gravy, and the fixings....

Personally, I think I'm ready this year. For the togetherness piece. For the backgammon games in front of a crackling fire. For snuggling and giggles and late night conversations and great food and sleeping in a bit and going for runs on cool days and watching favorite movies...and simply being in every single moment. Present. Focused. Grateful. Content.
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