Tomorrow’s supposed to be even colder in the morning preceding a storm in the early evening; I may have to break out my heavy gloves (I have three different pair, and the medium pair I wore this morning did not feel entirely adequate to the task, though perhaps that’s an exaggeration fed by how late I was running too). Although let’s be honest: how heavy do the gloves need to be when you’re in California? Even counting the Donner Party, we’ll be fine here by the coast, although I wonder what it will be like in the hills this weekend.
Yes. Am already looking for the weekend after one day of work, such is the price of my silence. The fellow who used to get on at Millbrae has been boarding at San Carlos and other notes include my concern (and still no act on) my plan to get everyone’s phone number to check up on things.