rolling in the deep
Mike's complex in Palm Springs where we are now |
guys digging out their boat just below the richest section of Santa Barbara |
Butterfly Beach Santa Barbara |
Marsh Avenue, San Luis Obispo |
Title has little or nothing to do with anything personal, just like the sound of it as well as the Adele belting version I have stuck in my head (she swallows the rolling part seems to me, but still). Got to go do third covid test in the last 24 hours even though 2 out of three so far have been negative. Hate to waste the 2nd home test.
Third test negative, so guess I have a cold or Pembrolizumab is disrupting my thyroid (which is a thing; I just looked it up).
And so we rolled south all the way from the Old West Inn in Willits
our's is on the left with the barber poles |
to the Hamilton Inn and Suites in San Luis Obispo from whence we sailed into Greg and Kim's ever-idyllic home on the corner of Chiquita and Cota. What a gracious and relaxed time that was. With a real fire of gnarly chunks of oak and off-cuts of various lumber from Greg's projects for kindling. Also Santa Rose plum preserves from the tree out front to take with. R. Roston attended for breakfast.
Slid into Palm Springs with the wind at our backs. Mike's unreasonably comfortable blowup mattress delighted me, but I got a slight case of the chills and then a slight fever thus starting a 24 hour journey into anxiety and nose swabbing. Hoping for at least some visits with Mike's many friends around here in the open desert air now that the plague is back in the forefront of everyone's brain.
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