January 21, Washington, D.C: It was a day of recuperation. Out of bed/off the couch by noon. Dinner with someone I hadn't seen in years and have done a really poor job of keeping in touch with. We were both pretty awestruck by how much can transpire during three incommunicado years. And all for the best. I hope we don't wait until 2013 to meet up again, although celebrating the start of a second Obama term might be a great reason to reconvene.