I think I’m recovered enough from my junket to Nashville to finally get back to writing. What a crazy time. I feel like I squeezed a week’s worth of living into 48 hours and am now paying for it.

Thanks to JT for arranging for everyone to come out to dinner and golf. Looks like I’ll have to work on my game a bit more. Thanks to JB for having me at your restaurant. If you’re ever in Nashville, you have to go to Tayst. I can’t believe a former rugby player could open such a fine restaurant. Thanks to CR for letting me crash at your place and drink your beer. It’s like I never left.

The next mission is to get all you turkeys out to Denver for some R & R…