Sunday was the day of the daschund. At about 6, Ivory's friend came over with her dog. They were getting a ride to the airport and catching a flight, so he was already on doggie downers.
I headed for San Francisco. I took 101 most of the way. I'd been on US 1 before, and it was pretty cold on the coast. Also, going up the coast all the way would have taken something like 13 hours, so I decided on 101 instead. It was a little hazy in spots, but I haven't run into any detours due to fires yet.
I made it to my friend Tim's place around 5 or so, where he, his husband, and their dog were putting me up for the night.
They have a beautiful place on a hill. (I guess everything in San Francisco is on a hill.) And, they had a nice guest room with a big, soft bed.
It was a pretty long ride up from LA, so I slept like a baby. A dead baby on heavy tranquilizers.
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