Trying to minimize Ernest's long days, I drive him to the zoo, amuse myself for a few hours, then pick him up again. If he goes with his dad, it's an 8 hour day.
I lived in or near Santa Barbara for 10 years, and commuted to work there for another 12. I am enjoying my rediscovery. I'm trying to visit the many places I have just driven by. High on the list was El Presidio, because you literally drive through it going "up" on Santa Barbara Street.
Part of a requisition list for supplies, dated March 31, 1793:
But wait! Only 6 boxes of chocolate? Inconceivable.
If you could read that, you would see that at that time, chocolate was for drinking, not for eating. And here's the chocolate paraphernalia. Chocophernalia?
To make your mouth water, check out Jen on the Edge's chocolate reviews. She is doing all of us a community service here.