The BHE has to go to a conference in San Diego in July. He wants Edwin and me to join him. I would loooooooove to go to San Diego. Sun! Beaches! Mexican food! But frankly, how much of a vacation would it be for me having to entertain Edwin by myself for 5 days while the BHE is doing whatever cartographers do at their conferences (see who can draw the best freehand map of the Baltic penninsula?) The idea of it is making me exhausted. And I feel terribly guilty about that. I should jump at the chance to take Edwin on a great vacation. I should have the energy and wherewithal to shlep him around to various sights and beaches without feeling overwhelmed by the prospect. Oh, poor me, I have to go to San Diego. Come on, Fluffy.