could be seeing what Squonk is up too; instead, its a night of tomato sauce making. I think I choose well.

eaten too much lunch.

a pile of fresh local-farm carrots at home. And perhaps tonight will make cake of them.

amazed has how little can be done when the network throws a rod

wrenched a forefinger, typing is annoying, oh hey baseball game, embracing the couchish thud of a night very much off

Oakland, you are a strange place.

it is a soft evening. A good night for toast

an unbalanced sandwich.

finished moving into the new office; I have no window now. This is unfortunate.

heading to Craig St.