A peaceful morning. Bob, Sandy and I took their dog, Frida, to Point Isabel, where she demonstrated great commitment to her duty in guarding a particular gopher hole.
Bob and Bryan and I drove up that night to Davis to play a house show at Robot Residence. About ten creepy cats stared at us from a neighboring yard as we pulled into the place in the dark.
The show was an open mic, but in a house.
This worked out pretty well. Bob and Bryan did a set together.
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