Morning in a Watsonville cafe. I'm sitting here because although my agency is requiring me to work through my holiday weekend, my boss was contrite enough to allow me to take my work with me, so I can at least be with my husband down here for the weekend. Starbucks is the only game in town with net access so I can log in and do my work, so here I ( Read more... )

I just got news that my great-uncle Perry died ( Read more... )