Left Phoenix at 1. Got to Kansas City at 4. Translated Spanish for hotel staff. Ventured out for authentic bbq. Slept. Woke up to no hot water. Sighed. Presented to an inspiring group of colleagues. Realized I really love my job. Was told I was in Missouri, not Kansas. Flew to Chicago. Saw a man with a ukulele. Flew to Philly. Got in at midnight. Crashed. Woke up early. Walked two miles in the rain to see the Liberty Bell. Stopped for a crepe along the way, because it had cheesecake in it. Facilitated another day of presentations. Love my job more. Flew out at 8:30 p.m. Got to Phoenix at midnight. Lost car at airport. Did not cry. Found car. Home to loves.