quasify

In the end, I wasn’t able to pull of the trickiest stunt of all, the post-beer run. That idea seemed like a rational, solid, do-able plan when the beer was hypothetical but reality was far more delicious and sedentary. So thanks to Russian River I’m ending the week seven short. WOE! WOE. In reality though, critter and VC and I did hike several miles up Cleland Mountain in Ukiah earlier today (and saw deer! and hawks! and lizards deemed non-photogenic! and -we’re told- a wolf dog!) so I don’t feel that bad about it. Yesterday’s early morning 14 was pure and true and enough penance to absolve me of the rest of the weekend’s shortcomings.

One interesting thing I learned up in winelandia is that they hold the (supposed) California Wine Tasting Championship at Greenwood Ridge Winery each summer. Coincidentally enough, it takes place the last Saturday in July, also known as the day before the San Francisco Marathon. So not so great for me, but double super great for you, potential San Francisco visitor!

Weekly moment of accountability.

Feeling a little down on fundraisers at the moment. Still stuck $115 short of the goal.