We’re home. We’re tired. San Francisco has spoiled coffee, sandwiches, and cheap ice cream for us – possibly forever. While we didn’t eat everything on our map, we made a decent effort, and once I wrap my head and body around the right time zone, I’ll tell you all about it.
Dinner tonight was Plum Market take-out: nothing fancy, but real food that didn’t require coming home and preparing the groceries we bought on the same trip. I had a slice with a whole bunch of veggies, and Shane had mac & cheese and some sort of roasted sausage and veg dish. Tomorrow we’ll be back to cooking, but after a half day and an overnight of travel, eating something that didn’t come in a fast food bag was triumph enough. And I’m so tired that I just typed “fast foot bag”.