I've been lax.

Terribly, terribly lame about being a diligent blogger/diarist/journal writer.

Stuff is good -- great, in fact. So great, that I haven't been able to completely wrap my head around everything and get myself organized again.

The main culprit -- and the one that explains the timestamp on this post -- is my new job. It's great, it's glorious, it's something I can thoroughly get behind and enjoy and not feel skeevy about delving into Nick & Jessica's breakup or Tom & Katie's "baby." Or, maybe I should say, "Tom & Katie's" baby.

Have we found out who the real mother is yet?

I don't know what I'm doing up. It's 2 a.m. and we're getting up at 6 to go to the airport for our trip to California. San Diego and Mets/Padres first, then up to L.A. for Heather's wedding, then back to San Diego for two more days and nights until the middle of next week. I'm also watching her show, just so I'm up to date -- which I am decidedly not when it comes to the L.A. girls' blogs. I'm behind, so I may save them to my laptop before we leave so that, if I so desire, I can read them inflight.

And there's some homemade pudding to dispose of before bed.

Pudding!