Florida. Whee.

[madbaker]

I had an uneventful flight (which, really, are the best kind) and am now ensconced in my end-of-hallway hotel room looking out at the ocean. If I had time, I'd go for a walk on the beach. Unfortunately, I'm here for a work conference and the schedule is pretty full. There are people who blow the sessions off and go drink in South Beach (we're in Key Biscayne, Nixon's Playground) but among other things my boss will be here later tonight.

I'm less than enthused about giving up my weekend for work. AGAIN.

What I'm reading: Karl Schroeder, Sun of Suns