A day of (Relative) rest
It's like eighty degrees outside my door, so it's safe to say that spring is finally here. Whenever spring begins in the Bay Area I start to get nostalgic for my college days. It doesn't happen during the winter--probably because the SF (and even East Bay) winters are significantly colder than the winter down in Palo Alto, where I went to school (at Sta…
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