The other coast.

I’m in California, cooking dinner on this glorious range. It’s almond, chrome, and fake wood behind glass.

And it glows.

I’m up in the small towns north of Sacramento. They don’t have traffic reports up here because they don’t need them. Can I retire my #trafFUCKED tag?

Grocery bags seem to cost 10 cents each at the stores but they’re a very thick, strong plastic, intended to be reused “up to 125 times”. I’m not complaining… Just kinda a new thing.

Also there are mountains and there’s this one road, California 20, from Donner Pass to Nevada City, that I’ve named “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Highway”.