I started this post last week when Matt and I were in Philadelphia on a grown-ups' overnight celebrating a good friend's significant birthday. We splurged on a fun, bright, funky hotel in an awesome location with a happy-hour wine reception in the lobby (don't get me started on how much I love Kimpton hotels). I was happy in our room on a sunny Friday. Our view included cobblestone roads, courtyards, and historic buildings. The window sill was wide enough for me to sit on and write. The setting was idyllic. But modern technology failed me (or perhaps I failed it) -- I couldn't figure out how to post my pictures of the room and view (still can't) and soon it was time to go outside and live in the world I was hoping to record in this blog. So, fine. We went on one of the loveliest walks of my life, came back to meet our friends for happy hour, and then enjoyed dinner at the birthday boy's choice of restaurant. We headed home the next morning after a great nigh...