Can’t a man dress up like a goat without causing a national stir? Come on, people. It’s America! Modern America. We’re a civilized land of understanding citizens. It’s about time we stop judging and start accepting. Men who dress like goats are just like the rest of us. They just smell a little different.
Suffering from those vacation adjustment blues
The VAB has set in. Oh, and it’s a mean one. Made worse by California jet lag. A three-hour time difference that socks it to you after the flight back. It was past midnight when we all settled down and got the eyes to rest the first couple nights. And God only knows what time we woke up. That’ll do wonders for work. And it doesn’t help in getting over the VAB — the “Vacation Adjustment Blues.” That’s when you come back from a particularly amazing trip and the real world seems … well … a little too real.
Loving and hating in California
On a trip in California. San Francisco. Pacific Coast Highway. Los Angeles. Beautiful here on the other side of the country. And chilly. Lots of thoughts. Lots of loves and hates. Typed them into iPhone. Here they are: Hate: Typing into iPhone. All mays trying to correct my words and spelling. My spelling is horrible! Deal with it iPhone! You will just screen it up anywhere. Love: San Francisco. What a town. Friendliest people. Fog rolling in all the time. Cool museums. Breakfast places that serve smoked chicken apple sausage with eggs. I have found the address to Heaven.