View from 41000 feet.

We made it back, though for too much of it I was attempting to live into Mme Awesome’s Navy SEAL friend’s quote: I made it through the training because I knew that, eventually, they’d have to stop.

Yes, we had another mouse guest, though this time the traps did their part and we didn’t have to sanitize drawer after drawer of kitchen stuff.

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Since landing…. walking in Sibley and Joaquin Miller parks, we are visible somewhere in this demonstration against the wall, got the bus and started work on it again, taxes bleck, and, naturally, lots of good eating.

Speaking of eating, I don’t recommend getting a faux pineapple while on the mainland within a week of savoring the real thing. Nonetheless, the experience produced another piece of court-admissible evidence that Zeke can sharpen knives.

The bus fridge arrives in the first week of April. It would be great to not be what is keeping us from departing.

While push-uping, I started looking at where is the weight on my palms, analogous to checking out the same on the bottoms of my feet to get cues on better joint position and what led to major kinesthetic improvements when doing most everything, including big ones such as walking, squatting, etc. Sure enough, to get my left palm like my right meant a tasty shoulder reconfig that feels tons more natural.