Management treated our development/test team to a lunch and an afternoon off. The food was, as somebody at our table noted, "industrial"—passable, as to be expected from any establishment that serves large parties at once. I had the broiled salmon.
I walked along the boardwalk with a co-worker as the weather was good and neither of us have been in Steveston in a while. I was, admittedly, a tad uncomfortable walking into the Prickly Pear garden shop with him: two guys looking for flowers for the patio. Kind of funny, actually. But hey, that's just me. Annuals. Perennials. Evergreen perennials. Statues. Fountains. It'll be good when I buy a house and have my plot for my walled garden (paradise).
A strange, disturbing workweek. I do not know what to think or who to trust.
I have lost 2.5 lbs. since last Sunday.
My next book, after Reunion, is probably Chocolate, The Sweet History, a non-fiction account of chocolate.
My kids have a birthday party to go to Saturday, and we're all going to a real reunion Saturday night. A whole bunch of ex-Bookstore employees are meeting in one of our homes. It's been over a decade since I've left the Bookstore, more like 15 years. My vanity will see to it that I'll be eyeing the folks to see who gets the prize for "Best Preserved" [Thanks, Reunion, that's a good one]. One has to win at something from time to time.
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