We flew home from San Francisco on Christmas Eve, in time for dinner with friends and then Christmas Day with family. I sort of lost track of that next week, but after New Year's, D flew off for Minnesota and M flew off for St. Pete Beach. I stayed home to work. And to finish the new bed frame, which I barely completed in time for M's return.
On the MLK weekend, we took the Bolt Bus to Portland and spent most of the next two days eating. And eating well, with dinners at Mother's Bistro and Andina and a breakfast at Gravy. The cold fog lifted on Sunday and left us with some beautiful, but still very cold, blue skies.
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