I flew into Boston last night. Now I'm in Connecticut, but I spent the night in my old Freeman Street apartment in Brookline. It was a surreal experience. There's my old room. There's my old bathroom. Hey, there's my old thing of Victoria's Secret hand lotion!

Katie and Heather and I had Indian food in Coolidge Corner. I was sorry to see that the Daily Bread Bakery is gone, replaced by a Quizno's. But the Brookline Booksmith is still there.

There's an action-packed week ahead, with visits with Jen, Debbie and her baby, girl time with Heather et al and helping Todd move into and assemble his new Salem condo on the agenda. Akhil flies in Saturday for the long weekend, and we'll be dining chez Kendra and John in Framingham Saturday night.