Last weekend was so full of adventure (Silicon Valley on Friday night, the coast on Saturday, then back home to Lincoln, and Gold Country on Sunday), that I needed another weekend to recover. I didn't get it, but at least this week flew by in a pleasant state of busyness.
Sunday:
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| Sitting on my tummy on a Sunday morning. |
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| Ear scritches. |
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| Cuddles. |
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| So foggy. |
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| And cold! |
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| Mom's camellias are starting to pop. |
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| Driving through Loomis. |
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Go on a family day trip, and we're all on our phones.
Except Dad. He was driving. |
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| The Natoma Crossing bridge in Folsom. |
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| Getting into Middle of Nowhere. |
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| Fiddletown, CA. |
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| Plymouth, CA. |
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| Just ridin' through town on a Sunday. |
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Placerville was where all the hangings took place in the Gold
Rush days. |
Monday:
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I did a kick-ass kettlebell workout, then some time on the
bike. |
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| A bit of light reading. |
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| Selfie with cat. |
Tuesday:
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| Gray day at the Large Suburban High School. |
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| Furby!!! |
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| "Lunch." I ran some sprints, then ate when I got home. |
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| This is how I feel about sprints. |
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| Land of the free and home of the...lazy? |
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| Text conversations with Dad. |
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| Cat nap on a catnip pillow. |
Wednesday:
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| Nothin' but treble. |
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| Obsessively organized desk. |
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| Tea stains. |
Thursday:
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| It was the kind of day where a duck comes to work for luck. |
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Cool. Calm. Composed.
Mostly. |
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| After my run. |
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| A day of anxiety calmed significantly by a great run. |
Friday:
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The Gay-Straight Alliance is hosting "Love Who You Are"
Week next week. |
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| Mutual adoration. |
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| The Student Government kids are awesome. |
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| Mom got this for the kitchen. We really are. |
Saturday:
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| Today, I took this for a test drive. |
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The recipe was awesome, and I was so tickled by my Peanuts
waffles. The bottoms look even better. |
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I went over to my storage unit this morning. This is all the
music I've sung with Sac Choral and Stockton Chorale. |
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My primary purpose for going: to have a junk removal service
take some crumbling bookcases and destroyed living room
furniture. |
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And now I can walk in there! I have access to some books,
music, and my holiday stuff. |
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| Mom's camellia bush is just getting started. |
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| More where that came from... |
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