The day after an emotionally quiet Christmas (something I accepted with grace), I went up to Davis with Chris and Marco.
Guy on SF-->Davis train: "What are you all doing up here?"
Me: "Escaping our home town."
It was very nice. Davis endears itself to me. We went to San Francisco for a day and watched Sweeney Todd and ate food and played around in KDVS.
On top of art gallery:
Mastermind from 1973 that we found on the sidewalk:
I'm still in the house. Working on that Willy-Wonka-inspired jacket that I started a long time ago. Embellishing it: