Last night: Red-eye flight to Boston.  Couldn't sleep on the plane, as usual.

Today: Jeff picked me up at the airport, despite the delay (the one checked bag went missing then reappeared) then wander the Boston waterfront, trying to stay awake.  Beautiful hikes, humid and sweaty until the rain broke and then very nice.  Too slagged to meet with the gang (the 'Handlers') slept a bit, through calls and texts.

Tomorrow: Film.  Fill-in scenes and re-shoots for "Logic of Violence" and shoot (working title) "Everything There is to Know About Joint Locks." Original plan was to shoot "Drills" but David agreed it was a little ambitious to try to knock anything definitive out in one day.  Re-think, plan, script and shoot that in the spring.  It will be good times with good people, including my ECBT (East Coast Brain Trust).

Friday: Meet up with Harry and get to Plymouth in time to teach two classes at George Mattson's Summerfest.  Then two more Saturday and whatever on Sunday.  A good time to play with good people.  There will be some of the Old Dragons there-- George, of course but also Jimmy and Bill and Van and probably Art and... names you may not know and if you are a martial artist, that is a shame.

Good skill building followed, if the pattern holds, by good talks and maybe a wee dram of fine scotch.  Just found a new one, Ledaig, at one of my favorite stores, Federal Wine and Spirits.

Then a week of hanging with friends, hiking, writing...