Didn’t sleep well at all. I think Diego’s fidgety anticipation of a giant rabbit bringing colored eggs stuffed with bacon (his beliefs, not mine) kept him up, and in turn that kept me up. Randy however, is somehow still out cold.

Not for long though. In an hour or so we’ll be heading out for an easter brunch in Laguna with old friends. Kinda like an Easter sunrise service in that we’ll be on the beach too close to the hour of sunrise, but we get a private booth, and well, get served. Some of the people there will undoubtedly look like the risen dead too.

Since you’re here though, enjoy some photo flashbacks of Easters past: 1995 or 1996, 2005, and 2007.  No object lessons, no ghosts, just fond memories.