Laundry, Big-Time

We're off to Novato for a day in a little bit here. Pesto will have to content herself with the vast amount of food we always leave her and the vast amount of litter she gets to kick all over her cage when she gets frustrated.

On the agenda: laundry, car-washing, around-sitting, steak-eating.

Because here's the thing: vacations are an odd duck. In this case, we're visiting Becky's mom for mom's day, so it's different, but in general I think vacationing is strange in that you could, really, just stay home and do most of the same things. Stay up late eating good food and drinking, go on hikes, go to a museum, whatever. And it would be a lot cheaper and a lot easier than flying somewhere and dealing with logistics. I think, however, that the real point of vacations is as much the impossibility of doing what you normally do as actually being somewhere new and interesting. I mean, Becky and I spent every night while we were in New Zealand in our motel watching Kiwi TV and drinking beer, but the fact that we couldn't do work made it fun.

In other news: we still haven't dealt with the broken TV. We found out that so many shows are online and that our cable connection makes streaming video like butter that we haven't really felt the need to either fix our old one or get a new one (if it's the latter, it's all about Craigslist.) And there are less commercials! Holy laptop in your butt, batman!