SUNSHINE, MORE OFTEN

The weather was unbelievably, freakishly beautiful this weekend, which has caused me to revise an oft-cited truism I used to relate about San Francisco not having a proper sundress season. It turns out we do, except it comes to us one day at a time, and on nonconsecutive days, and also completely at random, without warning. Which is just about the same as not really having one at all. Still, I ehn't complainin'.

I spent enough time outside that I don't feel guilty about the time I spent indoors. That's something I'm trying to do less of, because it's motherfucking absurd -- if you do all the outdoor activity you think you "should" be doing, you wind up wanting a whole 'nother weekend come Sunday evening. Yeah, I did stuff outside, but I was also the hell indoors, too.

Dogblog update, btw. So you've got that going for you, too.