But if it makes anyone feel better, I left my heart in Peoria. Well, a bit of it anyway. Actually, what really might bring joy, comfort and a hearty "Nah, Nah, Nah Nah!" to my thirteen devoted fans -That's twelve more than Luciano and ten more than Mike Bailey, by the way- is the fact that it is warmer in Peoria than northern California. It's sweatshirt weather here.
I checked the Journal Star on line this morning, it seems that you all have found plenty of trouble without my help. Note to self. No more Downtown bar hopping.
Can I tell you? The food they have in this town is incredible! And the coffee is to die for. It is a blessing that the weather is not swimsuit worthy. After yesterday's numerous meals and chocolate truffles, I don't think I can fit my arse into a swimming suit ever again. Totally worth it.
I will post when I can. Try to be good. And if anyone sees Chase, someone give him a good smack for me, will ya? His comments on the proposed new school are as vile as ever. (I would censor the jerk, but this IS America and you can be wrong/a racist asswipe if you wanna. Then again, it is MY blog...)
Off to eat pasta in North Beach.
Love,
Polly
