Feb

15

Sprung

This weekend was wonderfully full: a 5K race on Saturday with Ashley, a long run on Sunday (my last double-digit outing before NOLA, can I get a hallelujah?), a lovely valentine from JB and the kids, large amounts of chocolate, a babysitter-powered night away from the house.

(We also saw The Wolfman and I wish like hell all of you had seen it too so I could go off about all the hilarious bits in it, especially when [REDACTED] choked himself at the end of a chain just like a cartoonishly stupid dog, or [REDACTED] ripped open his shirt like an aging WWF fighter, or at the end during what was surely supposed to be a touching scene [REDACTED] was reflected in [REDACTED’S] eyes and JB leaned over and hissed “Unfollow” in my ear.)

The best part, though, was the mild weather that showed up on Sunday afternoon. After months of being cooped up indoors, it was utterly magical.

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The difference between a cold, rainy Sunday, and this? Epic. Come on, SPRING.

PS: Yes, Dylan’s pretty much bald. I left the house for two hours on Saturday morning and came back to that. Please also note the extreme, probably-fatal prunejob of the little tree to the right of Riley in the fifth photo; that’s what happened the last time I ran a 5K. It would seem JB either has some Unusual Issues, or needs a chore chart when I leave the house.

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Feb

12

Back from cloud nine

On Wednesday I was in San Francisco for the Macworld Expo.

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The city was just as lovely as it always is.

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Everywhere I looked at Yerba Buena: flowers, Tai Chi practitioners, and people lolling on the grassy park slopes soaking up the February sunshine.

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I sat in a bustling alleyway and ordered crab cakes that were so fantastic I may have wept a little while eating them.

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The view from my hotel room wasn’t too shabby.

The best part, though? Like, the part that was 100% worth the airport security hassle, the delayed flight which left us sardined on the Sea-Tac tarmac for over an hour, the having to stand around a tradeshow floor all day on Thursday, the eventual exhausted return home at midnight last night? This right here:

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Ahhhhhh. Yes. God. A quiet room to myself, a bed where no one will wake me, a crappy magazine I can read all the way through with no interruptions, and a phone for ordering late night pie. If there is anything more blissful on this earth, I don’t know what it is.

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