Ho boy, it’s starting to happen.
Slowly but surely, I’m starting to find my rhythm here. I want to say that happened fast, but it’s already been a month now. A third of the way there, and things are feeling a little more normal. As they say: same shit, different place. It’s nice shit though, the kind that leaves the paper clean when you wipe. Yeah, you know the ones.
Anyway, I should be careful not to fall into too steady a rhythm. I won’t be here forever. Gotta do what I wanna do. Gotta see what I wanna see. Tourism probably hasn’t reached its peak yet, I should take advantage of that. Weekdays already help though.
Which reminds me, I should be making a reservation right about now. Mount Diablo’s up next!