I shouldn't be here. I should be on vacation in Philly. Shit happens though. Just a little, but then it's an out of control avalanche. This time I had a specfic plan how to handle it, and it appears to have worked. It took about 40 hours or so of straight sleep BUT IT WORKED. 

Also, Phillipe is back from his romantic rendezvous in London. Clubs, biscuits, which way to look when crossing streets and squeezing through things in old English buildings. 

Strap in, this episode is almost as long (but far more enjoyable) as Phillipe's flight over the Atlantic.