This morning we woke up in Clearlake, CA in a little Best Western bordering a construction site.

The dozers didn’t wake me. I don’t think after driving 550 miles and getting in at 4:30 in the morning there would have been much that could have. It’s amazing how good a bed can feel when you’re that tired. It was as if the sheets were 1000 count and the bed were made of feathers.

As I type Ivy’s walking around the room recording a video about our hotel room. I’ll toss up a link here to youtube/flickr (depending on the size) when that gets uploaded. We’ve got wireless at the hotel, but I don’t know what kind of bandwidth we’re talking about just yet.

I’m a little nervous about breakfast. Yes, we’re on vacation. No, that doesn’t mean I should eat as if I’d rented someone else’s stomach. Hey, what a great idea. You could rent someone else’s stomach like you rent a car when you go on vacation. As hard as people are on rental cars, could you imagine what kind of food you’d eat on vacation? Would we still be able to tell the guy at the desk you want to upgrade to a full-sized stomach?