A mural at the local Stillhouse where Sara and I enjoyed drinks together in the evening. No, I don't have a multi personality disorder. She and I spell our name the same way. One of many signs that she has impeccable taste. She got something grapefruity/citrusy and I got a Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey. Which was amazing.
At lunch time, we hosted two business colleagues of Dad's who flew up from LA.
And then left for piano and errands.