One of the benefits of the relatively cold weather we've been having here in CA is the snow on the hills around Sebastopol. For about a week I could wake up in the morning and imagine I was in Utah or Colorado. And then I would imagine that I was a giant in those places because the mountains looked like hills. And I would lumber around the kitchen preparing tiny bagels and shouting, "I can't operate the controls of this toaster oven due to my giant hands!" For the past few days it's been too foggy to see the hills. And too warm for snow. But it was fun while it lasted.
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