I'm back in Seattle and may have already beaten jet lag by having never switched my watch from west coast time. It feels good to be back in my apartment. The five flights back were pretty uneventful. The only noteworthy event was that I saw Forest Whitaker in the upper class lounge of Virgin Atlantic at Heathrow airport. I was going to walk up to him and tell him how much I loved The Crying Game and Waiting To Exhale until I realized that would have made me sound like a jerk. I doubt that people in the movie business like being told their stuff rocked...a decade ago.

PS: If you are ever in the UK and you hear someone described as being Asian, it means they are from India not East Asia as is the case in the US.