My little home on the web is still a little rickety and not congruent with my grandiose vision. The spam is flooding in, the page readers are being set up and the broken links and strange browser displays are being dealt with. This will probably out me as a little more disturbed that I usually let on but, moving and redesigning my site stresses me out more than actually packing up my entire real time home and moving.

We’re dog sitting for another friend in Vegas. We’ve been given the run of their house and in a little over a day, have thoroughly trashed it. It will all be perfect by the time they get back, but jesus, we really know how to move right in. I hope we’re not being filmed.

Andy’s three day vacation from baseball, the All Star Break, is over and he’s back to work. We’re coming up to month five of seven-ish. The -ish comes about because we’re never really sure if we’re going to bet the playoffs or not. We’re both pretty over being here and looking forward to the end that is in sight. It’s hot, hot and more hot. The news weather people are really into talking about monsoon season but so far, only one bout of storms and I was in San Diego when it happened. For my tastes, monsoons are the best weather in Vegas. I’m looking forward to some torrential rain and destruction of the city that holds us in it’s evil (but profitable) clutches.

I’m going back to San Diego this week sometime to hang out with friends at Comic Con. I tried to convince Andy to bet online for a few days and come with me, but he wouldn’t be dissuaded. He’s a responsible guy that one. Although, I think responsibility is just a thin cover. He enjoys the time alone more than if I dragged him all over San Diego. I personally like being dragged all over the place, but my better half has a much more centered and calm demeanor. I thought for sure that the invite to the Dexter after party would have gotten him, but no, he stood firm. We’ll have enough time to drag each other around the world when baseball season is over.