I'm ditching this state tomorrow to spend 8 days in California, which used to be my home. This is an ideal time (as it is fast becoming unbearably cold.) When I get back to Utah, there will inevitably be snow on the ground. This happens every year. I cry and cry and cry, but the snow doesn't go away.
If I can stomach the dial-up connection at my home in Cali, I'll do a little blogging as well. It should be a good week. I'm going to meet a fellow blogger for the first time, see high school friends, spend time with family, eat lots of delicious turkey, and, best of all, see the ocean again. Don't get me wrong, I love the pungent stink of the Great Salt Lake and all its accompanying bugs and bogs. But I miss the ocean.
If I'm not back in 8 days, don't wait up for me. It probably means I'm staying.
Bye Bye, fatheads.