January 1, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

We got home in one piece, having successfully cheated the death that was promised by each weaving car that passed us. A three AM arrival, coupled with a rare cup of coffee choked down to get us there, meant that I was too wired to get enough sleep and have felt groggy and half dead today. Ironically, it's the first New Years in some time that I could have felt great this morning. Anyway, it's good to be back.

Happy New Year,

Dan