My Old Room

Yesterday was the last day of prep for our team retreat in Yosemite. I got my hair cut and I worked from the coffee shop across the street from my barber for a bit. My sister invited us to her house for dinner. I unsuccessfully tried to get her cats to like me. My sister lives in San Carlos in a house that I used to live in. My old room is now my Dad’s room. I hadn’t been in there in a while, but I had a chance to relive some old memories from that room yesterday.

Chrissy made chili and beer-batter bread. We talked about potentially watching the democratic debates; then we didn’t. We all made an effort to wish my Great Uncle a happy birthday. He turned 81(?) yesterday.

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