The plan was, if I woke up early, I would head to Marin, to Muir Woods. If not, then the Oakland Hills. After 3 nocturnal cat emergencies (I need you to walk me downstairs again, and remind me where my food is again, even though we’ve lived here six years) I did not wake up early. So Oakland it would be. I thought about what, exactly, I wanted for breakfast, since on vacation, you can have whatever you want. I made pancakes and bacon. I have to say, the pancakes came out perfectly, which is unusual for me. This might be a good omen. By noon-thirty, I was out of the house and driving to the Oakland Hills. Though I missed the window where traffic is light, and both tunnels heading west are open, I still
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