View from my hotel balcony
Ahhhh. I’m back from vacation. A real vacation. A vacation with really crappy WiFi (though the resort was fabulous, other than that) so that I couldn’t work even if I wanted to. It was the kind of vacation where you delete all the emails you get, except those from the really important people … and you only deal with those when you get back to the office. The kind of vacation where I actually read several books on my new nook, played lots of Yahtzee with the kids, and worked on my tan by the pool while sipping drinks with fruit hanging out of them.
View from the pool, looking out over the ocean.
I had that kind of vacation where I ignored my Google Reader, Twitter, industry news and gossip (other than that reported by TMZ and Perez Hilton). Yes, it was that kind of vacation that’s supposed to recharge me so I can get through the rest of the year until my next vacation (between Christmas and New Year’s … but who’s planning?). So, here I am sitting at my desk, trudging through my e-mails and catching up, planning a business trip for the end of the week to my San Francisco office and wondering … what am I going to blog about?? As Scarlett O’Hara profoundly stated,

I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.