When I sit down to think about blogging right now I'm just met with utter silence. Oh sure, I can come up with the stories, they are all right there. I sit and tell them to myself and then I think about writing it down and I think no way...

In more mundane matters, I drove from Seattle to San Diego (with a stop in Temecula to drop off the dirt bike my father purchased for The Son). The trip was long but... well, I don't really know how to describe it to myself or to the Blogosphere so I won't attempt to... but it was good. We stopped in Shasta on the way down and had a couple beers at the Billy Goat. When I'm near Shasta I feel a magical energy. It's truly an amazing thing.