Some News!

Hi, folks. Just a quick note here, as I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Tell you why in a sec. But first, here's a few photos from Vegas. E., his mom (that's me and my MIL in the second photo), and I watched Cirque Du Soleil's "Love," which showcases music by the Beatles.

The show costs a pretty penny, but it's well worth it. It engaged all five senses (they even pumped in scents, like vanilla and incense in a few songs), and several of the songs and performances were quite moving (e.g. "Something" alone was worth the price of admission).

But in other news: E. and I are in Los Angeles, desperately trying to find a house to live in. We're going to rent for a year until we know: a) we want to stay in Los Angeles or move up to Northern California and b) if we do stay in LA, exactly where in this sprawling megalopolis that extends hundreds of miles in each direction.

Oh ... and we bought a house. In Lake Tahoe. On the west shore. We're working hard to sort out all the details now. We close in a month! More on that later.

Running in the heat: I ran in a 5K this past Saturday at the conference we attended in Las Vegas. And I won first overall in the women's category. First time I was first!

I had a crappy finishing time, as it was over 100 degrees when we started at 7:45 a.m., and my legs were dead from running hard the day before (I signed up for the race at the last minute). So my finishing time was 24 minutes and change.

But good enough to win a really nice award. I'll post a photo next time.

Vegas. Baby.

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.