I finally made it back home last night around 12:30 AM Atlanta time, after a long, long flight. Nobody had an anxiety attack this time, but I was groped by the guy behind me on the PHL - ATL leg. Evidently he was epileptic and had an attack that involved putting his arms on both sides of the seat in front of home and touching whoever was there. I was not happy about this and let him know.

I just woke up. I hope I'm not getting a cold.

Thanks for everything.