So California actually refers to some sort of advertising campaign in California. As in "It is so California".
So true.
I brought home several mementos: a watch for Marilee that my Mom had once owned and an Onyx elephant Marilee's Mom could no longer lift to dust under.
Other items were scratcher lottery tickets for Marilee.
And me? I brought home for myself some kind of intestinal bug. Without going into too much detail and bordering on too much information, let's just say the outcome is what my Dad called the Back Door Trots.1
I've been napping profusely this weekend, but I'm not sure if that's because of the bug or from too much information clogging my brain from my training classes.
All I know for certain is that I'm happy to be home to family.
1 That my Dad lived through a time when outhouses were the norm, you can use your own imagination what Back Door Trots were about.
Sunday, October 4
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