or at least as close as inside of our car (aka Harvey) while driving at speeds between 25-50 mph by California’s infamous Happy Cows. We saw many of these black and white bovine beauties (and I do not mean of the pill variety for any pill poppers out there) happily chewing grass and cud.

Our vacer into the Sonoma Valley wine country is now a thing of the past and we are back at our Attic, both working away at our respective desks.

And my life goes on. Mooo-ving on down the road…

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