Morning, on the couch, no one else is out of bed yet. I am hungry–there is no cereal. And this is unusual–most mornings I would be gone to the Y or whatever. Also had the notion stuck in my head that it’s Friday, but no, Thursday.
Walked to the top of Lake Street. This is a hill that is proportional to hills in San Francisco as to height and pitch. When D. and I were in SF and thinking “this is like Duluth” I imaged this hill. Funny though. While walking last night we talked and agreed that Duluth is nothing like SF.