I'm back from Thanksgiving vacation.

It was a whirlwind trip to San Francisco, then Sacramento, then Lake Tahoe, then San Francisco and finally back to Palm Springs.

I was so happy in San Francisco, like blindingly, breathlessly happy. I'm in love with that city and in love with how it inspires me, amazes me and fills me with pure joy. It's no wonder that all the great writers, chefs and artists have lived in San Francisco. It beats with creative juices.

I almost kissed the sidewalks. And I probably would have, if it wasn't for the urine.

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