It's a whole lot easier spending 48 hours on the move with The Dragon Boss than watching him move so when he woke up on Saturday morning just before six, as he's done all week, we had our breakfast and got on out of there, first to
The Mill on Lower Divis, where the old biking breadmaker now has a roof over his head, then home for a nap, because, after 10 1/2 hours of sleeping, three hours of waking is about all we can take.
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| The place where good bread is made |
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| A detour on the way home before the day's first nap |
When TDB woke up, it was another quick meal, then off to Pac Heights to pick up Uncle Slim, the pre-TDB friend who's made it into the post-TDB world, then off to the Dipsea steps to meet Henley and Annie et al for a hike to the Tourist Club.
That required another nap, a little indoor wrestling, then bottle, bath and bed before Sunday's trip to Golden Gate Park to see what San Francisco does on a Sunday. They play volleyball, lindy hop by the deYoung, roller skate near 6th and Kennedy and drink lots of beers from cans. TDB? He likes to wrestle bike seats laying on the grass.
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