A Fog Rolling In

In my brain that is.

Los Angeles was great. I had a fabulous time, but you'll just have to wait for photos and stories until Wednesday. Why? Because I'm in San Francisco working like a mad woman on a proposal. My travel and work-filled day has left me with the strength to do little more than watch Sex and the City reruns while eating chocolate chip cookies in my hotel room. I have spent more time on a plane and in airports in the last two days than I have in my own bed and it's starting to catch up with me. Seriously, I'm not complaining, but I am pooped. I don't know how Jesse has managed over the past few months.

After a full day at work, I'll finish up at the office tomorrow and fly home in the late evening. I can't wait to fall into my own bed. If you're interested in a glimpse of this past Friday night in Los Angeles, check out my review of Marty and Elayne at the Dresden. It's not so much a review of their music (which arguably isn't very good), but more of a recap of the experience.

More photos and stories to follow once I have had a chance to get a full night's sleep.