Spent a week with the horses in Santa Ynez/Buellton: lunging geldings, driving minis (horses), bathing sundry mammels and close encounter with vicious bales of hay. Returned for my last week at Pi Genesee fraught with exhaustion; am now bruised, buff and busy, ready to sell the last of my duds and party ’til the cows come home (7:30pm, you say? a tad early, don’t you think?) on my way out of the loverly Lost Angels. Photos sure to follow (sorry for skipping the one of the bruise - was planning to moon y’all but just haven’t had the time.)

p.s. let me know if you want my last bookshelf.

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