I'm back!

You probably didn't even know I was gone. Yes, dear reader, I spent the last week in San Diego, California.

I had a great time hanging out with my brother and sister, my niece and nephew and my in-laws! The kids are super cute (sorry no pictures) and everyone really seems to be super happy out there. As a bonus, my good friends Paul & Vicky just recently moved to San Diego (no pictures either). I got a chance to catch up with them and check out their new digs. I didn't get a chance to use the lap-pool or the gym in their complex, but I assure you it looks very swank.

No pictures. For whatever reason, no one was taking photos, so you'll really just have to take my word for it.

The Appendix Is Not Neccesary

I have completed War and Peace! All 1247 pages (including the 30-or-so pages of notes)!

I received this bundle of pages, this devastator of the wilderness as a Christmas present. So it took me a little less than 5 months of heaving and hauling it's gargantuan mass from the floor to the bed to the desk to complete the reading.

There's a lot of stuff in this book. Even after you've finished pushing through the four giant "Volumes", there's the Epilogue and the Appendix. The epilogue is a brief treatise in the philosophy of history and free-will. The Appendix is, I guess, like a polite F-you to Tolstoy's contemporary critics.

I read the appendix. Though I was tempted not to, since it was clearly labeled "Appendix" and we all know that the appendix is not necessary. However, I figured that I had already come so far, I could take ten more minutes to complete the book. And boy, you know, I didn't need to do that.

Golf? Yes, Golf.

So this weekend is the Masters golf tournament. It's actually about to wrap up in the next hour or so. I don't know much about golf. I mean, I know Tiger Woods, but I honestly never watch golf.

But for whatever reason, I am finding golf incredibly interesting. I am fascinated by this tournament.

So I find myself not only watching golf, but enjoying it. Craving it. What are the implications of this? Is it a sign that I am getting old?