Lots of stuff happening in Bexland these days, folks. I can tell you more in a few weeks, but let me give you a few hints: marathon. silicon valley. being my own boss. real estate. tahoe, mon amour.
In other news: I'm in Las Vegas. E. and I arrived at 4:00 this morning, having roared 75 mph down the Grapevine and across the Mojave Desert from the Bay area. Why so late? Ah, well, that's because of several life-changing events that I can't divulge at the moment. But I will.
We're here for the annual NABJ convention. E. and his business partnered with this journalism organization, and I'm helping him out. We slept until 10 am, ate lunch, and spent the afternoon dealing with one SNAFU after another in getting electricity, computers, tables, and other equipment for our exhibit/booth in the conference expo.
E. is still down there, dealing with incompetents. I finally said, "I gotta run!" So I'm about to head out for an 8-miler - with 4 of those miles at tempo pace (7:50/mile). It's a scorching 110 degrees outside, though. We'll see how long I last running on the Strip, battling traffic and fat tourists.
Or ... I can head to to our hotel/casino spa, run on the treadmill, then relax in the sauna/jacuzzi.