Ah, my first weekend of graduate school. Set in a picturesque Waldorf school outside of Santa Rosa, the studying begins. There’s always time for karaoke, however. A nice surprise to find that the Richmond bridge, about 20 minutes north of where I live, sort of looks like when you cross the bridge from Bainbridge Island onto the Olympic Peninsula. With the partly cloudy skies this weekend, I briefly felt like I was in Seattle. A nice fix, but I’d welcome anyone sending a 1/2 pound of Vivace Espresso.

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