I Just Wanted Ice Cream

No post last night. I think that’s the 18th time that’s happened since I started this site. (Not that I’m counting…)

I realized it about 12:50 when I had finally crawled into bed. By then it was too late to do anything about it, so I didn’t lose any sleep over it. In the big picture, especially these days, it’s small potatoes.

I had good intentions and plans, but I wanted ice cream. That’s where it all went off the rails.

I was down in Pasadena yesterday for our annual gala for the non-profit I work for. (You can still donate if you’re so inclined…)

It was a great event, we all had a good time.

After it was over I went back to the hotel, wasn’t going to try to drive back up the hill to Hesperia that late after a long, long day. Before I crashed I was going to allow my sweet tooth to yield to temptation, since I had seen that the hotel snack shop had those really good Nestle ice cream sandwiches between two fat chocolate chip cookies. So down I went.

Only to find that the hotel snack shop was along the side of the small restaurant, which had turned into the bar in the evening. And the bar had been taken over by our staff having an after party celebration and there was a whole crowd yelling, “Paul! Paul! Get over here, sit down and have a drink!” Who am I to pass up an invite like that?

And with that, all thoughts of doing my daily post went out of my head completely.

Sorry. (I still made the better decision.)