It's been a long week, but I'm back.
After a 5 hour exodus beginning at midnight, and then another 7 hours to San Francisco, through treacherous rains and dangerous delirium we made our trek home. I did the heavy lifting while the Profuser sat sleeping in the passenger seat for the bulk of our egress.
There is much to talk of, but not enough time this morning. I hurry to join the day for a saunter and a shake, a jaunt and some sunny joint.
It is beautiful this time of year in San Francisco, and it beckons me.
Melodies of mania and of merriment mar the air. They impair the temptation to care.
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