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Eight.

I am in my hotel room in San Luis Obispo, on the journey to Vegas.  The first leg of the trip was pretty good- a quick trip down here and then dinner at a lovely Italian restaurant called Buona Tavola (Good Table).  I changed my tune a bit and ordered a nice penne all’arrabiata, which should be a bit spicy.  It wasn’t really spicy, but it was still delicious and the service was excellent.  After dinner, we came back to the hotel where C.R. and I watched a movie and hung out, and then went to sleep.

I awoke this morning to the alarm at 7:30am, because we were going to get started with our day around 8am.  It is now almost 10am and I am still waiting in my room, entertaining myself with some music television and a slew of online communities.  Ah, but I am not upset.  I’ve gotten much better at letting things be as they will be.  I practice patience every moment that seems to drag along.
Eight days left.
Eight.
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