Beginning of the End

It's not every day that someone thrusts potatoes in your face and says "Eat this!"

Unless, of course, you lived in Ireland during the Famine.

I attended an exhibit today where they showcased a TON of fruits and vegetables. If heaven exists, I would imagine it would look a lot like what I saw today-a convention center full of juice, veggies and other yummy things. Beautiful stuff and it was great to see products "coming soon to a grocery store near you."

I didn't sample much, being that I was full from lunch and because of my "status" at the convention, but I walked past one table where they had prepackaged potatoes and some guy eagerly thrust some at me. I took it politely and then secretly wondered if I could politely hand it off to some of the homeless people I have seen on the streets.

I was discussing this with someone when I learned that this particular exhibition donates the unused food to a local food bank. It's the best thing I've heard since I've been in San Diego.

Tonight is my last night and, while I am not looking forward to the flight (nor the weather-I have been enjoying the 75 degree, sunny October days), I am looking forward to going home. My coworker took me out tonight after work and, being that I have not owned a watch in 3 years, I had no idea that we had chatted for 3 hours until she told me it was 9PM. Too late to call Mike and Maddy and wish them a good night. I am a terrible person.

Luckily for them, my punishment is being administered by the City of San Diego which has decided to DRILL A BIG HOLE IN THE STREET OUTSIDE MY HOTEL ROOM. It is loud. I do not like it.