Work sent me to San Diego. I did a lot of puking, hating my skin and presenting research skills half outside my body. My last day there I finally felt limber and walked around the city, eating acai bowls and telling the map lady in my fancy phone, “Library.”
WALK PAST AVIAN SURVEILLANCE.
WIDEN EYES AT POST OFFICE.
ROUND THE CORNER TO GREATNESS.
BYPASS LIFT.
SLIDE LEFT TO STAIRWELL.
SWOON RIGHT.
FLOAT FORWARD.
SWOON LEFT.
LEARN.
THRILL.
FAINT.
Giftmas was extra magical this year. I launched my first tree, found last summer curbside-sad while on an alley jog through East Isles.
Rob liked his Lucha Libre mask.
Joe was skeptical of his gift,
but pleasantly surprised!
Mom scandalized yuletide by gifting Greg a reindeer part.
But she made up for it with the punching nun:
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