Saturday day was a pretty good day. Breakfast, a walk through Fry's, then I headed over to Santa Cruz with Don to get some lunch. Traffic was heavy on 17, so we took 9 through the mountains. As usual, it was a pleasant drive, winding through the woods, zooming up and down the switch backs.
At Santa Cruz we went downtown and wandered for a while, just enjoying the day. From there, lunch at Rosie McCann's. I had the Shepherds Pie, which was pretty good.
Then, a quick zip back on 17, ahead of the traffic. The evening was quiet, I read a bit, I wrote a bit and then I watched "John Carter" on BD.
I wrapped up the night reading some more of "The January Dancer".
Last night, I slept well, but I dreamed of work - I dreamed of a big meeting where everything was getting heated. I have jokingly suggested that I am going to start charging the company hour for dreaming about work. I think that is a good idea! I am sure they wouldn't agree though.
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