I just got back from a week in San Diego. It was nice. I was there for a work conference, but was able to spend a fair amount of time doing other, less horrifically boring things. San Diego is a fun city. I'll never live there.
Aside from being busy, part of the reason I stopped blogging is because I feel like all I really do is whine about the ranch I'll probably never have, or go on and on about food. What can I say? That's what fills my mind. Mostly. There's certainly more, but even on a blog that nobody reads I can't write about it, because some things need to be kept close.
[sigh]
And with that, I'll take my secrets, pound them way down inside, and shuffle off to bed. Tomorrow is another day.