I arrived at my airport hotel around eight tonight, and then I sat by the window for an hour watching the planes fly in over the water to land at SFO. I know part of the joy in just sitting and watching comes from all the being-out-there over the last few days. It was a way to let things settle. And as far as the last few days, there were lots of small victories and only one wish-I’d-done-something differently. Less of a gap between who I am on the inside and who I am on the outside.