It always happens this way, and it's always my own darn fault: travel comes in unreasonable bursts.
I've done little blogging lately because I've been on the road, and I rarely have the combination of quiet thinking time and a good Internet connection that I need to construct a meaningful blog post.
So far this year I've been in Los Angeles, Memphis, St. Petersburg (Florida, not the colder one) and now Jacksonville, where I'm doing some work with one of our newspapers that I'll be able to discuss once the project is made public.
Sunday I leave for Las Vegas, which is -- well, I'll be generous and say it's just not one of my favorite cities. I understand that a lot of people love it, but it's not my thing. Then I'm off to Bakersfield and Los Angeles again. Then Macon for a day.
But I'm not looking for sympathy (and won't get any) because after a few days at home I'm off to Europe, where I'll speak in Paris. To offset Las Vegas not being one of my favorite places I'm indulging myself with some time off: a long weekend in Prague, which is one of my favorite places and is everything Vegas is not: genuine, cultured, utterly beautiful. Worth it all.