On My Own
Thursday. A long drive back from Yosemite, long in the sense any drive is long after a week on the road, doodle-dee-doad. But home at last, Ms. Emmy wondering who I might be, deedle-dee-dee, here in Oakland.
A bit tortured and cute, don't you think?
Sure, but I'm allowed. Still, if I were to describe the day I'd say we were very good to keep our cool and our bladders rolling home. No real traffic, a straight shot from one end of the rainbow to the other and I'm still thinking I might return for a week on my own.