Lindsay flew in last night on her way from Guatemala to Taiwan. Told tales of writing and mini-quakes before passing out on the blue couch. Then today came, and we celebrated my first vacation day of the year.
Had to make it count.
Stopped at work for 10 min. Then it got better. Missed the turn for the Original Pancake House, didn’t get Lost Dog parking, and got detoured around Whitlow’s due to construction. The drive ended perfectly — and the day began — with bacon, egg and cheese on sourdough at Earl’s.
Not pictured here: petit fours, bacon mac and cheese, mac and cheese tart, cheese fritters, and winter and spring cocktails. Today? Count it.