I went off on a little holiday to San Diego – actually, we only spent the last day in San Diego. We drove out to Palm Springs on the first day, and liked it so much that we just stayed. I think being in that kind of weather (hot but dry), in a palm tree-filled oasis surrounded by mountains – well, it was almost like home. The pool was about 85 degrees, I loved it. San Diego was great, too, but it was kind of a whirlwind, since we packed a bunch of stuff into one day. I got a GPS from the rental car company, and my Berber navigator (I use that term very tongue in cheek, he’s horrible with maps) was just astounded. He was also unimpressed with fish tacos, another black mark against him – I think I could have eaten a million of them, easy. One of the funniest parts was hearing people talk about the “hot” weather in San Diego that makes everyone head to the beach. Hot? I could have worn a sweater and felt fine. Sheesh. We were out at Silver Strand Beach, and the water was about -100, but the locals were splashing around like it was a hot tub. Obviously, our internal thermometers are permanently set to “South of Morocco.”
Now I’m trying to catch up, since the boss has gone on his own holiday out to Las Vegas, and left me in charge. (!)
I see that there are still a few comments flying back and forth about evangelists etc…, I may have run out of patience on this, finally. Maybe I’ll start acting like the Lounsbury and close comments down when things get irritating.