Long time no blog. I was traveling to our glorious state's fair capital city, Sacramento, for the California Library Association annual conference. Hung out at our booth and went to some sessions, and had a Board retreat with our most fabulous Board of Directors at the Sacto Public Library (they have free downloadable music there - for cardholders - membership has its privileges), which has an excellent cafe called La Bou attached to it, which I highly recommend.
I drove rather than fly. It's a 6.5 hour drive. It's a 4 hour door-to-door flight. Till you strip for security, and partition out all the toiletries you can't take, it's really much more worth it to drive, at least to me. I listened to Bill Bryson's new book, At Home: A History of Private Life, which should have been named At Home: A History of Everything that Wasn't Covered in My Last Book, A Short History of Nearly Everything. It made the drive through the Central Valley pretty tolerable.
So this is a short entry just to let the People of Earth know that I'm still alive and kicking. I'm going slightly mad at the moment, though. We had a catsitter come to take care of the cats (duh) while we were gone, and I swear, they are purposefully rebelling. One got out while we were gone. The catsitter has no idea how. She was totally freaking out. Now they are pooping on the carpet in front of the couch. Peeing on the freshly-cleaned windowpanes. Throwing up in front of my closet. All in the same night.
Then the garbage disposal explodes while I was disposing of rotten asparagus that was two weeks old. An hour later, and the kitchen is cleaned up, but I still stink.
It's time for a book and bed. I'm pooped. Literally. UGH.