Went to New York again for another one of Sam's hockey games. Felt like I was planning the Invasion of Normandy Beach, strategizing when and what to eat knowing I had a long wait until dinner.
Left Boston at 3...arrived in New York at 7...watched the game until 9...waited for him to come out of the locker room at 9:30 and took him and his friend to dinner at 10 p.m.
Went to a Japanese restaurant. Better than Italian for a diet.
Was hanging up my coat in the restaurant when I hear "looking good".
It was Sam. That's all he said about my progress, but I was over the moon.
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