My son, his mother, argh!@$$%#@*&

I was supposed to visit my 6-month old son in Austin today. His mother was throwing a "party" for him. We got in an argument last night. I didn't go. Guess I'm a bad guy.

I did go for a 9-mile run today. After a 6-miler Thursday and a tough 6-miler on hills Friday, I was pretty bushed today, and finished 9 miles in 1:22, about a 9:06 minute mile.
Oh, and one more thing. Back in 2002, I swore I would never drink merlot again, and laughed when the movie Sideways came out and there was the scene of Miles saying, "If anyone orders fu-k-ng merlot, I'm leaving." Well, last night, I'm at the World Market in Fort Worth and this old lady that is always serving wine _ her name is Kate _ turned me on to a Merlot from Chile called Santa Ema Reserve from the Maipo Valley. "This is a different kind of Merlot," Kate said. Well, I agree. Yummy. Chocalatey. And only $8.