From Palm Springs

B and I left San Francisco after work last night and drove eight hours through the dark desert to Palm Springs. We arrived around two o'clock this morning and after far too little sleep we joined the Palm Springs Front Runners (er, Gay Running Club) for a gorgeous but steamy five-miler that took us along a bike path and through a golf course, snow-capped mountains visible all around us. Following the run we were invited to brunch by some local running gays and then we napped and now we're sitting next to the pool at Chris and Clarissa's house listening to music and playing backgammon, which I'm far too impatient for, and waiting for everybody else to arrive for the week.