Home Sweet Home. Or, I hope there isn't a snowstorm.

I'm leaving on a jet plane early, early Friday morning (1 a.m.) for Minnesota. On Saturday, I'm throwing my buddy Neil a bachelor party. A gang of seven or eight will be having a paintball war, and then go to a bar and drink. Sounds wholesome to me.

I plan to spend the rest of the time with my family, including my Dad, who I haven't seen since he had a heart attack on Jan. 31.

Two more days of work.

Today: 60-minute walk
Tomorrow: 60-minute run