Last Minute Blooging

Of all the days of the week, none are more recent than Sunday. I do love Sundays. Lazy mornings. Waking up to views like this. (Note this is actually at night, I meant waking up from naps.)

Nothing is more beautiful, more romantic than sitting on my balcony listening to Asobi Seksu or Horse Feathers (two new favs) and catching up on a bit of Ipod surgery.

Unfortunately our patient was not so lucky. No worries. The primary Ipod is still in good condition, and there is a tertiary backup.

However, I should catch my flight. T-minus an hour to lift-off (and still at home). The beauty about only going to LA for 12 hours (red eye out and 5 PM flight back) is that I don't pack a thing. All I need is my disdain for those who actually have to use luggage. Suckers.