When I finished up with work in LA, I drove up to Ventura to hang out with Evan and his new wife Crys. Big shindig on Saturday night – Evan’s 40th birthday party. Old college friends coming in from all over. Should be a wild time, as wild as a bunch of married 40 year olds can get.
I ran 14 miles this morning through Sycamore Canyon, my old mountain biking haunt. The plan was to swim in the Pacific, but it was cloudy, cold and foggy when I finished and I could not bring myself to get in the water. Maybe tomorrow.
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I was at a convent outside of Ojai for three months. I ran errands in Ventura for the nuns.
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