As I sit in Alterra (my favorite coffee place in the whole world) pondering my safe trip to Milwaukee, I think, what they hell did Iowa do to their freeways to make them whistle like that? I also wonder what kind of centipede/millipede was it that I found in the shower this morning? I am thankful to be here, finally. It feels comfortable, even if I only have a few people to hang out with at first. Tomorrow I have my first meeting, followed with another on Thursday. So its safe to say the adventure has begun and is continuing. I love this coffee.

Additionally, besides the bugs and humming freeway outside my hotel last night, I had to park next to a dark cornfield while there was nearly a full moon. Creepy. And it smelled funny.