This is view one of my new master bedroom. As I apparently didn't bring any of my posters/pictures with me (not even Walter Payton? How did that happen?), my walls look bare and the room doesn't feel very home-y - and I use that word as "like home" and not "hopelessly outdated slang term for friend."

Yesterday's work was essentially a long afternoon meeting. I'm slowly learning the policies and procedures that go with my job, although some of them are contrary to my nature. For example, we cannot respond to crises in the nude, although that is how I best manage crises.*

The staff meeting with my direct reports was blessedly short, as the Patriots were playing and I sensed that everyone wanted to get out of there. And they ate most of the Rice Krispie Treats I made, but not all of them, so I have something for dinner tonight. Yay for health?

* - Not true.