Packing, packing, packing.

It's been pretty much non-stop. Yesterday, had breakfast McDonald's, then came home and spent a few hours planning our itinerary west. Three days of 500-mile drives followed by a 260 mile trip to Vegas where we'll spend the better part of a day and night and hopefully meet a friend; then from there it's just another few hours to LA. We are staying in a Beverly Hills hotel the night of the 30th that caters to dogs -- they even have dog room service which we will of course have Boris order up. Beverly Hills Boris we shall be.

After booking our hotels and mapping our route through Iowa, Colorado, Utah and Nevada, I began the extremely long and horrid process of disassembling my massive workstation/desk, packing the computers in bubble wrap and peanuts, etc. etc. By around 10:30 last night I was smelling like a wildebeest. Showered and watched a good John Ford flick (Rio Grande) and hit the hay around 1:30. Up around 9:00 this morning, breakfasted at the cafe down the street and now it's a few moving arrangements to make and then the dreaded dissassembly of the home theater.