Sunny Miami, to be exact.  For a three-day conference on legal marketing (don’t fall asleep, dear readers).  Hey, it’s at a very nice hotel and for two whole nights, I will have a quiet room all to myself.  If that’s not worth the price of admission to the conference, I don’t know what is.

I hope Chloe and Sophie will be on their best behavior with Papa.  I’m a little concerned.  They are a bit sneaky.  And loud.  And they’re not the greatest listeners in the world.  I’ll allow Sophie to sleep on my side of the bed if she’s scared Papa will be lonely.  I never let anyone sleep on my side of the bed.  ‘Cause it’s sacred.  But for my adorable Sophie, I’m willing to make an exception.

I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning to catch my ride to the airport.  Which should be a big pain in the ass.  But it isn’t because I’ve been getting up at 4:30 in the morning every day for the past several weeks.  It’s wonderful.  Really, friggin’ wonderful.  Although I’m fairly certain my internal alarm won’t let me down, I’ve set a real one, just in case.

They call it the Sunshine State for a reason.  I hope it doesn’t disappoint.