There’s always something to howl about.

One for the dogs, one for my baby and one more for the road

In the weeks before Unchained in Phoenix. I stopped reading my feed reader. I was wall-to-wall with Unchained work and wall-to-wall with money work and something had to give. I’ve read this and that since then, but I’m over 16,000 posts behind in my reading. Oh, well…

When I knew for sure that we would be getting iPhones this Summer, I switched from Vienna to NetNewsWire as my feed reader, this because the desktop and iPhone clients will sync to each other. Same subscriptions on both, but what I’ve read on the iPhone won’t show up on my Mac and vice versa.

So I added the feeds I really wanted to NetNewsWire, but I also kept the old set running on Vienna. Interestingly to me, since I made the switch BloodhoundBlog has added over 200 posts, an astounding accomplishment. Something in WordPress or a plug-in is wasting post numbers, but we are over 3,000 posts, total, on the blog in just a couple of years. Even more impressive is the depth of our posts. If your goal is to understand the world of hi-tech real estate, reading here will be more beneficial than reading everything else put together.

So let’s hear it for the dogs: The best, the brightest and by far the loudest voices in the RE.net. It’s an honor for me to write in such a company.

So far, 2008 has been very, very good to our tiny little real estate brokerage, but it certainly didn’t start that way. Q4 ’07 and Q1 ’08 were plenty scary for anyone in real estate, and I’m sure they contributed to putting a lot of people out of the real estate business. We normally go to Las Vegas at Independence Day for our wedding anniversary, but this year we did not. We were busy with money work, which was most welcome, but we were also gun-shy about spending money.

July rocked, August rocked, and we’re picking up buyers if not listings with alacrity. It’s time for Greg and Cathy to have some alone time. Even so, we’re still more than spooked about money, and we both have a lot of work hanging in mid-air. The solution? A weekend staycation.

We’re bugging out in a little while for a not-so-swanky hotel fully two whole miles from our home. We’ll luxuriate in semi-luxurious surroundings as much as time permits, meanwhile running home to work and deal with Cameron and the pets and running all over to deal with clients. Not as much fun as a few days at Caesars Palace, but it’ll do.

My friend Vance Shutes kicked me back on a course I never should have deviated from — about which more later — so I’m jazzed and juiced and fully-energized to pursue every conceivable earthly delight: Old Bushmills, El Pollo Loco and the girl of my dreams. If I need more than this from life, I’ll worry about it Monday.

If you’re in my address book, your emails will echo to my iPhone. If you call me and I’m reasonably sober, I’ll answer. If not, I’ll get back to you.

Meanwhile, here’s to the Bloodhounds, here’s to my best-beloved and here’s to the life divine!