So we’re back on the road after a few days in Menlo Park, this time staying in San Marino, just south of Pasadena. It’s a relatively short jaunt, the main purpose of which is to attend the 50th anniversary of dear friends Bob and Carol McCrary. And don’t ask how old it makes us feel to be attending a 50th. Yikes.
But, to get to the point I started out to make, I didn’t blog yesterday. And it’s all Linda’s fault. You see, we’re traveling with one laptop, and Linda worked yesterday, ensconced in a very nice room at the old Huntington, now Langham Huntington, hotel. Linda dutifully wrote and edited and emailed and engaged in phone communications from her ad hoc branch office, with its lovely view of Mt. Wilson and the rest of the San Gabriel crests.
Not wishing to interrupt this serious commerce by demanding custody of the computer for mere blogging purposes, I did what any dutiful spouse would do, and took a nap. Kind of a long nap.
True, there’s a public computer in the lounge on the floor above us, but it runs Windows, maybe even, gods forbid, Vista, and anyway the lounge offers free booze, including decent wines and a large buffet of tasty but non-oncologically-sound snacks. I could see myself becoming very ‘comfortable’ in that lounge, and the spouse becoming distinctly unhappy upon arriving and finding a slightly tipsy mate flirting with one or another of the many young, blonde women who somehow always seem to be present in upscale L.A.-area hotels. The nap was clearly the safest route. So I don’t have to write “the dog ate my blog post” since it’s so obviously all her fault…
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