YES, I KNOW; all I do, you'd think, is travel. Here we are in a cheap hotel; it's nearly 11pm; there's nothing to eat but cookies in a machine. Let's just think of it as a fast day, nearly — the exception being a dry overpriced ham and cheese sandwich from that upscale Napa Grocery in the San Francisco airport.
And let's think about last night's dinner, another of Franco's sausages, this time with sautéed Poblano peppers as well as all the other fixin's. Oh well: tomorrow's another day …
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