a five-chicken massacre perpetrated by an enterprising tunneling skunk marked the beginning of the day. cleaning blood off of the walls of the coop and toiling in fain to soothe the terror of the survivors. blocked off tunnels with slabs of concrete, housesitting is harder than you might think.
read with anne and baked coconut cookies, called mother on the phone, and went for a short bike ride. max and i met omer at mission cliffs and i had a decent day climbing, fueled by the spam sushi max and nico had bought earlier. afterwards, omer and eitan met us for dinner at beretta, where the wine and cocktails were fabulous, especially the copa di volpo, a 2006 with rich honey notes, a sharp and exciting finish, strong minerality hahaha now the chapter in which i pull my thumb out of my asshole
the afternoon and early evening crushed me, but i'll know better not to trust you with that again
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