All our plans for the weekend fell through because Claire developed some kind of very alarming-looking viral rash, though was otherwise her usual imperious self. So we ended up sitting on the Moore’s front stoop on Sunday morning, eating organic raspberries and watching Carnaval and dancing. Claire and Rowan had butterfly wings on and danced like dancing fools. Then Jonathan called and we met up with the Jaffe-Tsangs at Yerba Buena, and played on the carousel and in the playground, and then we went back to their place in Berkeley and had a BBQ and hot tub and sat around in the garden. This morning we met the O’Nortons at Wunderlich Park and hiked, or at least rambled in a meaningful fashion.

It’s all been ridiculously good fun. I think we should have our plans fall through every long weekend.

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