A good night

Tonight I booked a flight home to visit Gretchen and her mom, the first four seasons of The Sopranos on DVD arrived, I saw the end of two matches with exciting finishes (Italy barely edging Bulgaria in injury time only to be knocked out of the tournament because Sweden tied Denmark in the final minute of the other game), and it stopped raining (at least for the moment). For a week that began with Grady puking, me stapling my thumb, and having wicked jet lag, I'll take it.