Wednesday, December 14

Woke this morning in the Land of the Phfritzie, sore as hell from, one can only assume, my stint in the hot tub the day before...go figger. Left-over pizza for breakfast (my choice: she offered waffles), then downriver to the Shack. Whereas it was sunny in Sac it turned foggy in Freeport, and it was socked in as I turned in to Bondovia. When the fog burned off Phfrit came down and we headed out on a road trip/adventure, looking for the last of the presents I need. We wound up traveling east on Highway 12, into downtown Lodi. We suffered through the most miserable Mexican meal ever served in the history of Mexican food, did a little shopping, did not score the present, and came back, getting off the grid right at 3:00. Then Phfrit drove
~ home. ~