After a lovely breakfast with Dad and Stepmom and Half-Brother (who are down from Points North to see the Cirque du Soleil, followed by Avatar at the IMAX) (and Half-Brother being so wonderfully healed from his tonsillectomy drama over Christmas) (and who told the Best Story Evar) (which I had not heard before, nor had my parents until a few months ago, even though the events in question took place two years ago) (and involve exciting things like trucks with no brakes and a river on fire), Mark and I walked to the ocean.
Specifically, left the Witchnest early afternoon, walked through Golden Gate Park, and to the sea. I’m not sure at what point in the walk he said, “We’re going to the ocean,” and at what point I actually said, “Okay,” but, that’s what happened.
It took three and a half hours, exhausted us thoroughly, and I took no pictures, because I left the apartment with nothing but my keys–thinking we were just going up Buena Vista, as usual–but, it was fantastic.
Everything’s sore now. We had a lovely restorative sushi dinner, after we were back and collapsed a little; I’m ready to collapse again, but he’s reading the instructions to the tarot deck, so…. I’ll let you know what we learn about the future.