It’s hard to think of it as work when you enjoy it. Like, really, throughly through the roof enjoy it. It’s my last night in Cali and I have loved it all. My hotel, although a titch on the sketchy-ghost-town-feel of a place, is only an 18 minute walk from the downtown area and, therefore, the beach. The walk affords…
I love airports. (for those confused, I’m just arrived today in California for the Lyon workshop. So. Freaking. Pumped.) Everybody has a different agenda, everybody is headed somewhere. It’s funny to think of an airport as a destination as that’s never really where anyone stays. When I read this article, I was instantly jealous and wondered what it would be…
10:07 a.m.–Make oatmeal and apple slices for the little man. 10:15 a.m.–Find out that dipping apples in said oatmeal is a fun and interesting way to eat breakfast. And get oatmeal everywhere. Every. Where. 10:22 a.m.–Bath time. How could you not have a fantastic day with this little guy!? Especially when you end the day with a French Press decaf…