Day 80 of Governor Newsom’s “Blueprint for a Safer Economy”

B. and I ate here today…

The President still hasn’t conceded. What’s new?

Sunday. 11/15/20

9:30 - 10:15 - I’m up. I start a load of laundry then go downstairs to greet the dog. She’s still sleeping, so I rub her tummy [three times] and then we go outside. She pooped in two separate places on the patio, which I clean up. She goes potty and back inside - coffee for me, cheese for her. I read online news.

10:15 - 10:45 - Back upstairs and I do a wipe down of my bathroom, light dusting of my bedroom, and generally straighten everything.

10:45-11:45 - I do a 40 minute cardio workout.

11:45-12:45 - Shower. Covid-19 uniform. Light make-up. I have a piece of pork chop for lunch.

12:45 - 1:30 - B. arrives and we head to The Gamble House for our exterior tour.

1:30 - 2:00 - We’re early so we drive around the neighborhood. The homes are beautiful, but too big for me. It would be silly for one person to live in a mansion. The Gamble House is approximately 8000 feet, 6000 of which is living space.

2:00-3:00 - The docent is masked and meets us outside. B. and I are also masked. We all try to social distance. The tour is pretty good, as tours go, and I learn a lot about the Gambles and the house in general. I’m glad I came back.

3:30 - After, B. suggests we eat at The Yardhouse. When we arrive, it’s a 45-minute wait, which ends up translating to an hour wait. This is 3:30 on a Sunday. Unbelievable.

4:45 - 6:30 - Having waited an hour, I know exactly what to order. The service is slow, however.

B. and I get a great table, completely outside. I should note that, while technically outside, the Yardhouse has a huge indoor area where most people are sitting. It’s a large tent of sorts, with cutouts for windows and the flaps pulled down. There are approximately 9 ceiling fans running, so this place appears to understand the importance of ventilation and air circulation. Unfortunately, customers are watching the football game, shown on the numerous TVs mounted on each wall, and shouting whenever their team advances on the field. Since they’re eating and drinking, the customers aren’t masking - it is very disconcerting, BUT B. and I are not even remotely seated in that area. We’re outside, under a gas lamp, thank God.

I have a wonderful glass of Prosecco (the Riondo), coconut shrimp, and a house salad. The food is great and I’m so glad we came. B. orders Jambayla and a blonde beer.

6:30-7:30 - We drive to my house.

7:30-9:30 - I make B. a double 7&7 and we go upstairs to talk politics and watch an episode of the Innocence Project that I think he’ll enjoy. I have champagne.

While B. and I are watching TV, we hear a noise and I go downstairs to investigate. I discover that the dog vomited all over the ottoman. Great. I clean it up.

9:30 - B. leaves and I reach out to L. to find out where she’s at. L. responds that she’s with her friend, N., making gingerbread houses.

10:00-11:00 - I’m tired so I text L. and ask her to take the dog out and lock up everything when she comes home. I watch the first episode of a Netflix show - Who Killed Maria Marta - about the mysterious death of a woman in Pilar, Argentina. There are subtitles so I have to pay close attention to the episode - no distractions.

-I hear the garage door open, which means L. is home.

11:00-12:00 - Night time routine. Bed.