I’m in San Diego for a conference. I fly home on Sunday. The weather here sucks. It’s sunny and 70 degrees. Yeah, my life is miserable. 
This is the view from my hotel room.
While I’m out here, Reggie is staying with Beth and Paul. I wonder if three pugs in one house qualifies you for sainthood. I miss the little guy something awful, but I know he’s in good hands.