Walking through the northwest corner of Golden Gate Park (near Stanyan) on Wednesday, I saw this white-bearded man with his shirt off drinking from a bagged bottle, sitting in the only spot of sun between rain showers; he's drying his clothes on the tree behind him.
Now I really need to hit the books and learn how to do the technical stuff better. I've spent the morning puttering around, not quite studying, but edging in that direction.
. . . after lunch I will start. Really.
The daffodils have crumpled but I used them for one last go at the small dogs. Now they're done for sure.