I am sitting in a hotel in cold Miami, glad that there are football games to watch on a long, lonely Sunday. This life of speeches on the road is a teeny bit glamorous, but not on a Sunday, when the weather is rotten and there’s not much I want to do. Grumble grumble. And then, the temptation to have blow out meals gets tough. Last night, big lobster, some fries, a beer. SAved by a great movie…The King’s Speech. And today…a 214 Hour Fitness nearby and Play-off football. Not all bad. Lonely, but not all bad. One week to go.