I think we all have that one place that we call our Home Away from Home. It’s the place filled with fond memories, even though we don’t call it home.  For me, that place is San Francisco. It’s a completely comfortable place, and I’ve been there countless times.

Well, I saw on Twitter that JetBlue is experimenting with putting roundtrip packages on eBay, and in a moment of total Mike impulsiveness, I bid on a roundtrip ticket to Oakland, CA this weekend. You know… there is actually a chance I might win this thing. After reading the details, it looks like I’ll be on the ground a grand total of 36 hours.

And then came the “Oh, shit…” moment. It dawned on me that I needed to find a place to sleep and place for Reggie to go. Sending Reggie out to Beth and Paul’s could work if they’re around, but for such a short trip, it’s a bit impractical. I called my old neighbor in East Boston, who is excited to keep Regaroo. Her Yorkie loves Reggie. And then the place to stay… Finding a hotel room in the east bay at a reasonable rate isn’t too bad.

I have an order of Bagdad fries just calling my name… provided I win the auction.
Then I called my friend Ian to see if he was going to be around next weekend. I’m really looking forward to seeing him, provided I win the auction.

Reggie and I are back, safe and sound. Tomorrow, it’s back to the grindstone.

It looks like the comment spam has gotten worse. The captchas should prevent this, but it appears the spammers have software that can defeat this. So I’ve found the setting that will automatically disable comments on an entry after so many days. I’ve set this to five. That means you won’t be able to comment on older entries, and it will also cut down on the amount of spam.

It usually takes quite a bit for me to cry. Sure, I’ll let go of a few tears in a good chick flick, but most situations in life don’t warrant the water works.

Tonight, I was with my sister, putting the kids to bed, and I had said good night to my niece. Then I went in to say good night to my sister’s soon to be step-daughter, who is three. I was summoned back into Sarah’s room. She wanted to say good bye again, and you could see she looked like she was about to cry. I said good night, told her that I loved her, and walked out of the room. The tears just started to flow, and there was just no stopping them. I sat in the living room and just cried for a good ten minutes, feeling like a blubbering fool.

It’s getting harder to say good bye every time I see that kid. She means so much to me, and it makes going back to Boston all that harder tomorrow.

Uncle Mike has some thinking to do.