Well, first I am going to give myself props: these blogs may not be page-turners these days but at least I have been far more regular in writing/posting them. I put up more blogs in the month of May than in March and April combined. This bodes well...

This one is being written to the pounding of sledge and jack hammers in the basement. I really am happy that my teeth were already on edge. And in case you're wondering: cats hate jackhammers far more than the vacuum (although a friend posted on Facebook this weekend that her cats got revenge on a non-active vacuum by pissing on it; I can see them daring each other to do so and then making the "if you do it, I'll do it, too" pact. But at the end of the pounding and the cement pouring and the drying and the new renovation will mean that I will have a dedicated space from which to write and that makes it all worth while.

Sort of...

Just booked myself a West Coast trip for a few weeks from now. A couple days in the Bay Area followed by what is always a great weekend in the Santa Cruz mountains (from editor: I have missed this special trip the last few years; there are ghosts in those yurts but I will excise them. Period.) at Double-Bear. I'll return after a few days in Los Angeles on the other side.

The Yankees ended Memorial Day in 1st place which is impressive even when most of the team is still hot hitting, the starters remain somewhat suspect and the bullpen has really been decimated by injury; nothing from Marte and Feliciano and that's not about to change; minimal contribution from Soriano who is on the DL and that was supposed to be the heart of this pen. Robertson, Joba and, to a lesser degree, Boone Logan have stepped up and into those shoes.

Maybe it's Spring. It looks like Spring, it smells like Spring, but I can't yet forget that I could see my breath when I went out on Friday night. I'll believe it when ...

Th-th-that's all folks,

Brian