While David may be all about where he’s going, I recently took some time to consider where I’m from. In my column this week, called FROMNESS, I explore this notion of “fromness” and what it means to me. If you have thoughts regarding the topic, I would love for you to add them in the comment section at the bottom of the story, as I’m still trying to figure it all out.

So! We’re back home, and already bustling with activity. Yesterday I worked, went to the zoo to check out their new Backstage Pass program, a VIP behind-the-scenes tour (fed a rhino by hand, and fed and pet a kangaroo, saw the baby cheetah, and am still geeky about the whole thing). It was sweet, and I have video and pics I need to get up soon so you can see just how sweet it was. Like I said, still geeky. But outside of that extreme enjoyment, I worked from dawn till dusk, and by 9:30 p.m. (when I’d finally finished my work for the day), I passed out and slept like a rock. And of course, was up by 7 a.m. and at it again (there’s a lot to do). But today, despite the errands and tasks, the laundry, shopping, and organizing of my office, and all that shit, I think I’m going to squeeze in some time and treat myself to a pedicure. These tootsies are in dire need, and I could use some laid back pampering time.