Hi all

Came back Sunday, and blogged like never before. Then when I went to post it, it disappeared. Argh!

So I'm mad at my blog now, and hereby wow never to write anything substancial in it again. Yeah, I know, I know. It was pretty thin to begin with. But! Now, it will become even thinner.

I think I'll rename it: The transparent blog.

Hrmph.

After three days of little sleep, jet lag, and constant work, I'm ready to go home. Too bad I have four more days to go.

I miss my girls...

One of the very few things I do not like, is hanging around in airports, waiting for my flight.

At least this lounge has a decent Internet connection...

According to Airborne Express, my iPod is now in China! No word on what it's doing there, since it's supposed to be shipping from Texas.

Great. Or Fa Kin Su Pah.

The Good news: The iPod finally shipped.
The Bad news: It's not expected to be delivered until next week! By then, I'll be in Europe, and I had been hoping to take my new gizmo with me.

This sucks.

Just came back from a 32 mile bike ride. Lots of hill and the group was making good time, when it started pouring.

I am still getting used to this shower-raining. Did you, as a kid (or an adult), used to sneak into the shower in all your clothes? I did. Drove my mother mad. I thought it was funny. And I did too this morning. I was going "Yippeeeeeeee!" Because it was not cold at all. It was already in the upper seventies. So I pleaded with these people to continue riding in that downpour, but to no avail.

They suggested ducking into a diner instead, grabbing breakfast. Which sounded good to me also, actually. I had a large stack of blueberry pancakes, with maple syrup and whipped butter. Yum. And I still got the better end of that deal, because when we finally went off again, it was still raining! Not as hard as before, but still.

Then, just to top it off, I was able to not only keep up with the fastest rider in the group – I was beating him. After the ride, he came over and said "You're just to strong for me". Which felt pretty good.

I don't cry easily. I am not supposed to, being a guy. But, like its inmates, The Magdelene Laundries moved me to tears.