Holla!

I just have to take this moment to give a shout out to San Francisco. It's sunny, the seasonal trees are getting their leaves back, and the birds are all sorts of twitterpated and filling the air with impassioned riffs and color shows. The breeze does that wonderfully moist and cool morning thing that makes you feel really alive when you breathe. It's great to sit here with the windows open and feel like I'm in paradise.

Have you bought your plane ticket yet? Erin and Amos are coming soon..!

The last two nights at work, both lecturers have begun their talks with comments on how lucky we are to live here and how glad they are to see some green. One was from Chicago, the other staying (I think) in New York.

But -- don't get too bitter, now. The gale-force wind off the ocean from Alaska makes most evenings COLD and biking has been something of a challenge, being tossed hither and thither in our narrow lanes alongside traffic.. and this weekend is supposed to be gray and windy. Soon, the weather in Chicago will ripen and we'll be lamenting those warm nights spent riding around, totally carefree, in air the temperature of bathwater. Vanessa is mad that she has to wear Smartwool socks every day. So am I. That was the whole point of moving.

At least the greenery and the birds and the air (when it's calm) and the nearly daily sunshine outweigh the less-than-perfect elements. We're just plain spoiled now.