YOU COULD NOT ESCAPE THE MONTH

That's right: Dogblog update.

The only other thing I have to tell you about is that I skipped my bike ride to work today because my glasses don't have windshield wipers. As I sat on the shuttle bus on its way out of the place, I saw first one and then two enormous, head-sized soap bubbles floating in the air near the Presidio firehouse. No humans anywhere in sight. No bubble machines anywhere in sight. Where did these bubbles come from. It's a damn-ass mystery.