I'm a big fan of WinCo, not just for the late hours and rock-bottom prices. Every trip to WinCo is a magical adventure to a strange land that's very well lit and devoid of joy. Late nights are the best, I think-no jockeying in the aisles, no children-and the folks with whom you share the store are always characters. Even the staff's all scraggly and angry and weird.
Brunch today (thanks again to everyone who came) Monte Cristos and a Dutch Baby. Cleaned my kitchen, blew off my gardening. Roses coming along, Rhododendron too. My rhubarb's struggling to breed. I know how he feels.
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