I woke up in the middle of the night (what city am I in?) and saw my white Mr. Rogers sweater levitating on the corner of my bed—it just floated there. I took a quick breath and whapped it with my pillow. Thud! …oh yeah, I hung my sweater on the post. I looked around the room to make sure nobody saw me, then I went back to sleep. Damn that was scary. Note to self: don’t write this in my journal.

It’s rare that I can be in and out of the Midwest in less than 18 hours. I left Friday late afternoon and flew into Cleveland. A cool, smart guy named Greg picked me up and we went on Coventry Street for dinner. It was fun being in an old town with snow all over the place. We had a late dinner and talked about everything.

Saturday morning I spoke at an event for the Catholic high schoolers of Cleveland. I wish I could give more talks like that. I work at the art of speaking. I was able to be passionate but be eloquent and concise. I meant what I said, and I hope something struck those teens.

–Quick to the airplane and back here to Phoenix and fall asleep.

Why do I wake up at 7:58 AM on my one day of the month to sleep in? It doesn’t matter, I am here at Einstein’s doing my “day off thing”—writing journals and sipping my favorite coffee. I’ve tightened up some journals over the past week, and it’s time to go. Man, I’ve been here for two hours.