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So, on Monday I had a whirlwind visiting day, starting with Marais, who I stayed with in Arlington, then with BQ3K, who accompanied me to Harvard Sq so I could visit with my old coworkers for a quick sec before walking back to Central and driving to the car rental place by the airport (the UPS guy gave me killer directions and I got there in about 10 minutes!). Once at the airport, I checked in, and noticed a hip guy with some "Stomp" hard-cases trying to check a lot of gear through. We ended up in the same security line, then in line to get a beverage in the terminal. We ended up hanging out for a bit, and it turns out that he's been in Stomp with Astrid's old roommate from JP, Shola. Small world. I gave him my number. I got on my plane and left Seth? Steve? Scott? in the terminal and ended up sitting next to a guy who seemed to have an attitude. Turns out he was just sleepy and got fairly chatty with me during the flight. He was headed back to Manchester, England, where he is a ballroom dance teacher. I barely understood every third word he said. SUCH a thick accent. I think he was trying to flirt with me, but I couldn't figure out what he was saying. Skip ahead to yesterday...I struggled through the workday. Went home to make lunch around 1pm, and got home for good after 6pm. When I got home for the night, I put my stuff inside the house, then walked to the mailbox and noticed something unusual. My front lawn had been mowed, and it looked good! I noticed that it was getting leggy at lunchtime and made a mental note to deal with it over the weekend. I asked a neighbor across the street, who was bringing her garbage can to the curb, if she knew anything about it, but she didn't. What a nice mystery to have! Either my neighbors are trying to tell me something, or I have a secret admirer.