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I caught a cold on the plane, so between that and the time change I’ve been sort of worn out. I’m happy to be back with my friends. Things have sort of fallen into place like I hoped they would. So far I haven’t done anything stupid besides...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CEO/356194"><title>What?!  No More Private Jet? </title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CEO/356194</link><description>We flew to my grandpa’s funeral on the company jet. It’s so damn convenient—like an air taxi. We park our cars inside the hangar, and then step right up to the little jet that is waiting for us. When I say “little” I mean “little.” It is a Beechjet 400A. 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