Twelve meetings later and I’m homeward bound. Four days, three states, twelve meetings. Not a bad effort!
London feels balmy in comparison, a nice thick blanket of cosy fog covering the city and a practically tropical ten degrees forecast for Sunday.
Now for a weekend of flat hunting and then it’s one week until the annual creative conference where I’ll be presenting concepts for the next six months of work so no rest for the wicked.
But first, sleep.