One

It's been another low-key day. You probably burned through most of today's nervous-energy capital yesterday morning. Once you gave up fighting the transportation situation, it all got calmer. The day has mostly been about getting food, riding around the two cities, and getting your stuff in order.

Run with Ashish, Brent, and Taryn - check. The weather is going to be (kind of high-pitched and excited voice) AhhhHahhhHaawesome!

Post-run breakfast at an interesting restaurant with the same folks - check. Hell's Kitchen = Yummy food. They have a sausage-raisin-coffee-nut bread... Which sounds weird, but it was good.

Train to St Paul, pick up packet, train back - check. Lots of sitting on a train. Lots.

Noodle lunch with Brent and his dad  - check. Japanese noodle/sushi place. It hit the spot.

Hanging out for a bit at the football / bingo bar with more of the crowd - check. Left early, cuz you weren't comfortable (sorry guys, I kinda knew that wasn't going to be where I wanted to be, even before we went)

Prep stuff for the morning - check. Locked and loaded.

Dinner with Cam, Ashish, Brent, and Brent's Dad (yes, he does have a first name, but he said he's OK with " Brent's Dad", so you are doing like your kids do with their friends.) - check. You actually ate some pasta for dinner. That's not the normal preface fare, but your gut (instinct) is saying it's perfect.

About the only real anxious part of your day has been when the ghost elevator at the hotel wouldn't let you out. It took you to the lobby. Doors didn't open. Then up to floor 11. Doors opened, but nobody there. Back to the lobby again. This time the doors opened and you got out a little quicker than usual. Maybe it's just trying to tell you to "turn it up to 11" tomorrow?

And for what's next? Maybe sit in the tub for a little, then go to sleep (but not in the tub). You think you can sleep, anyway.