So today. I did not go to the doctor. We made the executive decision that my tonsil still resembles a spotted hockey puck we will go in the morning. We did, however, eat delicious food!
That would be a Plant Burger from Plant Cafe in San Francisco. My, how I love that place. I didn’t get to eat lunch until almost three because my mom’s flight was late and this just hit the spot.
After a long drive home (with a detour for wine…obviously), I found it utterly necessary to lay on my floor and play the Pocahontas theme song on my flute, which my mom brought me all the way from Georgia.
I shall be putting on a concert for anyone in the Santa Rosa area. So far, I remember how to play Colors of the Wind and Oh Little Town of Bethlehem. What more could you possibly need?
Well, tomato soup actually. With goat cheese stirred in. Mmmmmmmmm