Three Two-hour Sessions
Friday evening, I rode BART from Civic Center to Richmond, got on Amtrak to Sacramento. My younger sister, Vel, picked me up at the station and we went out to her place in Elk Grove. She and her husband were flying to Seattle early Saturday morning, and I am borrowing her 4Runner to go up to Lazy Bear.
I arrived at 22:30, was in bed by 00:00, but 04:00 came awfully early. I drove them to SMF and then hopped back on the freeway and skidaddled my way back to Frank-baby, arrived back at UGH by 07:30, and I settled in for a brief nap.
09:00 and I was over at the laundromat around the corner washing every set of sheets I own. From there, I plodded down to my office for the first of three two-hour sessions.
That’s three two-hour deep tissue sessions. Your faithful correspondent was very tired, Gentlefolk.
Today, I have a client at 11, then I’m putting on my garments for Dore Alley and heading over to the fair. Whoopee!
