Focused on the upcoming vacation, and really wondering why I took on so much family law work.  OK, it was for billables in a recession, but ramen can be tasty and if I’d stuck to my principles I’d be much skinnier heading out to the Hawaiian beaches next week.  I’m expecting to be seeing lots of sights like this or maybe this.  Maybe even a Baywatch moment.  At this point even hanging out with cute little tropical fishies would make me very happy.  If you know reality is different, please don’t spoil the anticipation for me.  That anticipation is really all that’s keeping me going at this point.

Pongo used to post here from time to time, using his special powers to telepathically move my fingers over the keyboard.

Diego’s never felt the need, but we did feel that he should have the opportunity to share his vacation experiences in his own way.

Still photography from the week is up in the galleries. It was a great vacation, and I’m still regretting listening to the pesky voice of financial reason and letting it end.

A break was needed.
The Business of Law tried to
block, but it failed life won out.

The One Oh One took
us north to the Central Coast.
Peace and quiet there.

Beaches and sand dunes.
Charred flesh at the Farmer’s
Market.  Gum Wall, ew.

Cold water, lousy
surf, sand between the toes, and
our lil friend, Crabby!

Feeling better now.
Kinda zennish, or maybe
just unwound a bit.