Highlights: What's Not to highlight? Today was a day spent very aware of the many things I must be grateful for. Matt, Jennifer and I had breakfast at the the cafe, formerly the Iron Skillet, a place we frequented when we lived a short walk away. I felt closely connected to the dense history and the gift of the present, that we are still friends, and that he and our extended friends have been so welcoming of my return and of Jennifer, too. Tommy and I left for Yosemite around I am. It was a great drive. I felt more comfortable than ever before. He considered my comfort, and I concentrated on not being a control freak. It worked well. The drive into Yosemite was momentarily concerning due to a road blocked by a camper that slid off the road due to black ice. We had to stop and wait for a while. The Tesla struggled with traction, but Tommy managed it well, and once we were moving again, things were fine. I bought my 1st Annual Senior National Park pass. We armed in the Valley on the heels of a winter storm, "having done so the night before, and It was breathtaking. There are nowhere near the crowds we experienced in the summers. We got a nice room - we got moved into #223, where the view of Half Dome is just perfect. The dinner buffet included Prime Reb, Tri-Tip, Swordfish and numerous other sides and options. I went outside later in the evening to star-gaze. The sky was clear, and it was pretty impressive and humbling. This trip was just an idea Friday night, and here we are. Tommy's with me as I write before the giant fireplace in the grand hall. The music played by the pianist around the corner helps add to my gratitude for the richness of these senses colliding.
