In the Shadow of Fist-of-God....
So here we are in Yuba City again. Indeed, I'd have to check my hotel receipts, but I think I'm in the same room
as when I stayed here at Thanksgiving.
While driving up I-5, Cheryl had some interesting observations about the Central Valley
that I hadn't thought of until she noticed it. If you want to reply to her question, please do it over there so she doesn't have to follow conversations in two places at once. (Yes, I know that lately I seem to be telling people to go elsewhere to comment. It's an attempt to keep conversations from fragmenting where possible.)
We spent a couple of hours visiting with my grandfather today, delivered our Christmas presents for my family, and headed into town to check in to the hotel. The small hub we brought with us works fine, so we're both on-line merrily typing away. In a little while, we'll go look for dinner -- there are restaurants here that I didn't know existed, and indeed probably didn't exist until fairly recently -- but we must allow enough time to be able to get a spell in the hot tub. That is if we're up to walking to the hot tub, which is outdoors. It's not freezing here, but it is fairly cold by local standards. Current Mood: cheerful