Come downstairs. Spend. Gamble. Drink. Our room in on the twenty-sixth floor and I can look out and down and see a fairly prominent Starbucks. If the window could open and I had a parachute I could drop down for a coffee.

Today was my day to let a little bit loose. The half-marathon I came to Las Vegas to run isn’t until Sunday — two days off — and Saturday is my take-it-easy, don’t over-do it day.

Occasionally I read, watch, or hear about something that makes me think… gee, I’d really like to see that someday. Then, when it comes time to plan a vacation, I wrack my brain trying to remember where exactly it was that …

For the entire month of June I’m planning on writing a series of blog-a-day posts based on a set series of open-ended questions to myself. This is one of those posts.
June 1st // Something You Have Decided
Of course, I would have …

This time last year we had snow on the ground. And it stuck around for a good six months. Not yet, this year.
Instead, after walking over and back to the polling station, a dog and a bright orange stroller in …

Sparkle and I went on a six kilometer walk after I got home from work yesterday afternoon. The day was just too perfect to sit indoors (and Karin and I are still doing the “No-TV-Tuesdays” thing since January first, anyhow) so …

The public library in Oxford has a 15 minute terminal for checking email, etc. Karin is rummaging through the guide books here, and I thought I’d check in to say it’s been a couple of busy days, culminating to now with a …

…or at least that’s what we were aiming for. The plane landed on schedule, we caught the discount train to Paddington Station (and were passed by two Express trains on the way) where we bought some grapes, a pair of Oyster …