When I started de blog, I had intended to write an article a week.  The people who know WAY more about blogs than I do, suggested one was too little.  Decided that I’d try three a week.  Three was okay, but 90 days in, I’ve realized I like two better!  Bleach my hair and call me Goldilocks because this feels “just right”.

However, the post that should have run today isn’t here, because I’m being held hostage in a chi-chi little boutique hotel with hinky WiFi.

Last time I was in this city, I was seriously inconvenienced by the what-year-is-this???? BAD WiFi at the airport.   Geeeeeez L.A., it’s 2010.  Seriously, if it wasn’t for your basketball team . . . .

On the upside, I’m sitting in the business center of the hotel, watching people work-out in the fitness center.  It’s great!  They’re sweating, I’m enjoying Pan au Chocolat with a whole fat latte–things could be worse, but at a hotel called simply “O”  the place is less equipped for business than pleasure.  Who needs stupid WiFi?  I’m going back to the room.

I love L.A.  as long as I don’t have to live here.