First there was unloading with welcome help from Scott, unpacking unto collapse, a fajita [not shown] from Nani’s and, next day, walking the Inkies with all the usual [and new!] prohibitions.

More of the same plus I got the ’45 fired up and at least out into the parking area.

Also there was all kinds of crap trying to register the Tundra [didn’t get the notice back in May so’d driven it to Cali with expired registration], trying to access PGE for meter inspection [the reg, being Nevada, worked; getting onto the PGE website never did], again walking the Inkies…

all by Thursday when we went to Kaiser for drive-thru flu shots, lunched in our furry garden, aired up the ’45, got a haircut, took the bike to Greg for a much-needed tune-up and finished the day with paella and pizza from Gabby at the Union. Home at last!

Friday first thing to the dentist and later first bike ride in six months.  Strange it’s already

almost Thanksgiving, early winter light.   Saturday, still living dangerously, it was back

to Kaiser for a belated optometry followup for February’s cataract surgeries and at afternoon’s

end a lengthy Facetime tour [not shown] of Rick Watson’s marvelous new Petaluma house .

The news says that thanks to Operation Warped Speed [Where do they get this shit?  The same PR firm who treated us to Operation Enduring Freedom?  No doubt…] we’ll all soon have

Immunity from the Covid if not a plan for how it will be distributed and to whom.

Yippee!

Life, and Benicia, goes on; Happy Hallowe’en, er, Thanksgiving, everyone!