Where am I?

It was raining at home, so we drove to Pasadena for the New Years party. The weather was as nice as I've ever seen it.

Sorry, that was Canterbury in 2006. Anyway, I can't help thinking that these three signs are related, somehow.

"What do you feel like for lunch?" I asked Matt. "How about Viking?" he answered. "We haven't had Viking for a while."

It's been a few years, but here I am at the Viking Kitchen on Walmgate, in York.



Where's Matt?

I had to spring Angie out of the joint, tonight. I let her out at 09:30, and they called me around 17:00 - 60 minutes before closing time. She'll have to work off the $30 bail.



I'm not sure why she was picked up. From talking to the young lady at the PHS, I gather that some neighbor decided she was a stray, brought her inside, and panicked because she wouldn't eat anything. Well, she'd had breakfast already.

We'll see how long the collar lasts, this time.

I was in Washington DC for the occasion of O. Eric's 40th birthday, which entailed excellent wine and a good time all around. Along the way, we dropped by the cherry blossom festival.