Tourism In The High Desert

I've been doing stuff, and not spending a lot of time blogging.  While my in-laws were in town, I logged 800 miles on my car.  This involved:

• Soffit House to LAX to pick up the in-laws
• LAX to Chinatown for dim sum
• Chinatown to Glendale for Pinkberry (for which I am currently feeling a cocaine-like impulse to get more of despite the unreasonably long drive to the nearest store)
• Glendale to home and then to the Persian restaraunt for belly dancing
• Breakfast at Crazy Otto's for omelets bigger than our heads
• A trip to see the solar power plant all aglow
• Driving down the only musical road in America
• Seeing the big cats at the Exotic Feline Breeding Compound
• A drive through Southern California's largest operational wind farm
• Visiting the Mojave Spaceport to see the Rotary Rocket display (no tours at Scaled Composites, as it turns out)
• Seeing the Tehachapi Loop, with return trip through the Grapevine
• A visit to the plane museum and Blackbird Park so my father-in-law could spend about half an hour talking to a retired U-2 pilot
• Bad Movie Night at our friends' home theater (the feature flick was Robot Monster In 3-D! which was really really bad. And in 2-D. And hilarious.)
• Dropping off the in-laws at their cousin's house in beautiful Fontana, including a stop at the local kitsch emporium.

And we've done some cooking and playing of games and generally gabbing with the in-laws.  So I've barely had time to myself.  In fact, I'm astonished to consider all the food we've eaten over the past four days.  And tonight I need to finish writing my class for tomorrow night, which means I've precious little time to comment on recent political or legal developments.  Stay tuned, though, because I expect I will be back Wednesday.