it’s noon, and i should get out of this wonderful westin robe and get dressed.
i don’t feel like expending the energy to be proactive about moving a particular relationship forward. it just sounds a whole lot easier to let it fade away. but this is, i know, a semi-depressed, fatalistic, uncommonly pessimistic perspective.
this hotel suite is hilarious. since we bring all these people to town for the national youth workers convention, the hotels give us a few of their best suites (to be clear: no one paid for this with their registration fees!). this one is 3450 square feet. even the bedroom has a living room in it.
i hope this convention rocks as much as i thought anaheim did a couple weeks ago.
i’m pumped about seeing people arrive tomorrow and friday. things in these hotels and convention centers just come alive when they’re filled with thousands of youth workers.
really, is there any slice of humanity more fun than youth workers? especially youth workers en masse?
i wish my wife and kids were here.
i’m psyched that my college-age nephew is attending the convention this weekend. can’t wait to see him.
it’s raining, and i’m feeling melancholic.
the westin has starbucks fair-trade coffee for the in-room coffee makers. this makes me happy.
jeannie and i are tired of suburban living, and actually toying with the idea of moving downtown san diego, or somewhere in that vacinity. she’s been feeling this way for a while, and it just hit me. she’s more cautious that me (a nice balance) — i’d probably move immediately, but we’ll likely take our time.
ok, i really need to go get dressed and get out of this robe…