You Know You're Lame When... (and other thoughts)

My business meetings in L.A. ended early, and my colleagues went out for a posh dinner. You know the scene - a bunch of thirtysomethings a continent away from familial obligations, awash in booze and eager to relax on the corporate dime.

Me?

I opted for a quick ahi tuna appetizer at the hotel bar, a hot shower, three pages of "The Economist" and eleven hours of sleep. Oh yeah!

The flight home was only delayed by five hours, which meant I got into JFK at 4:30 am. On a positive note, I managed to talk my way into first class.

Quick update on a few other fronts:

I am in dire need of good product managers. Know any?

Our apartment is officially on the market. We've got an open house on Sunday. Stop by.

Leah's got an ear infection. Asher has choo-choo train underpants. Sarah's working on a Bar Mitzvah video.

Life... goes on.