At T's house across from Ocean Beach, high surf advisory, stormy.

Last night, really yummy Mexican, chile verde burrito, etc. Hanging out with Peter's tiny dog & giant massage chair. Really interesting to be in SF, been a while.

Later, buffalo burgers, who knows what else.

Flight out somewhat torturous, massage chair helped.

Another stiff day, listening to stiff music. May go sing on the radio late this evening, if we can get it together.

New camera drifting nearer, maybe it'll be inspirational, been feeling a bit sedate, if not sedated.

Peretz wants loco moco. Pickles won't stop talking Banzai Pipeline and his amazing trick jumps. Haven't the heart.

English muffin with cottage cheese, mutsu apple. It's how we roll.

Roof cleaners came and knocked snow/ice from side & porch roofs, top of the roof remains uncleared due to expense & the task requiring a "man-lift." Cleared away an awful lot of slush and such from the front walk and driveway.

Want to be splishing in ocean waves.

Whee, singing about being a little dumpling on my way to the sea on the frozen Connecticut, then ice storm ice storm ice storm.

Cleanup today made much easier by L's thoughtful seeding of the walk with salty dirt yesterday, just cleared icy snow fallen from our north-facing roof from the neighbor's drive, solid citizen.

Dogs just got their first walk in 24 hours, Peretz says, "About time, bitch!" That's city living for you.

Happy Groundhog Day, everybody. Pretty sure the local groundhogs are all sensibly below ground.

Enjoying the ridiculous quantities of snow, despite inconvenience, work, what have you.

Should take Peretz for a walk.

Getting ready for snow tunneling, Peretz wants his walk, damn it.

Outside, a lovely blur.

Tropical breezes beckon.