I’m in San Diego. I bet you couldn’t tell by the font, could you? I decided to give Andy some space to program and watch sports and eat Taco Bell all day and night and not have him worrying about what his wife was thinking. I’m staying with Nova Bella as usual and spending my time sitting out in her new back yard and throwing a slobbery ball to Cooper the yellow lab.

We are leaving for yoga in six minutes and then going to a friend’s house for champaign drinking celebration. They are celebrating the sale of their family company. I’m telling myself that I’m just going to drink club soda with lime, but we all know that I’m lying.