A change of scenery does me good.
Especially when it involves old friends, good fellowship, and, sadly, not being in Baltimore.
I really wish I could relax more in Bmore, but there is a crazy, dark vibe in the city that keeps me perpetually on edge.
And I'm not the only one who notices.
But here in Minnesota, which still isn't Detroit, my home, I feel rejuvenated on this, the very first day.
Don't be mad, Baltimore. It's not you, it's me.
And you. Sorta
Even some momentary anxiety on the plane wasn't bad.
So, loved ones, Jim has found a nice den with dear friends to lick his wounds.
And while I know you all love me in your own ways, and know I love you for it...
This Lion must sleep.
And he will.
Tonight.
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