fog

I'm pretty sure I've already previously mentioned this too-often-said phrase attributed to Mark Twain (but for some reason it's a rumor whether he really said it or not...) "The coldest winter I ever knew was a summer in San Francisco..." and, it's true.

Last night J came home from working another hellish gig and was nonstop complaints about the frigidity inside the house... but my argument is: the bathroom molds over and smells stanky rank if the window's closed, and going back to my days of youth- year round sleeping near the window with the breeze on my face, I need the fresh air, especially in such fat and disgusting company... : P

Anyway with layers on, Sandy and I spent the morning kinda straightening up the house- I unpacked some more books and put them on the stand next to my bed, in hopes that I will be more inspired to read, and I laughed when I unpacked the 3rd book with a bookmark in place, (a habit probably gained from my mom, I'm always reading at least 2 at a time)... Still reading Wicked and Sophie's Choice.

I vacuumed and swept a bit, and then we went for a long bike ride through the park trails, and to the beach, where Sandy got into quite a long and aggressive play session with a group of big dogs, she was almost learning to stand up for herself! But along came Mr. Ranger Man on his high horse and that ended the play sesssion but not late enough to put a stop to the parade of dogs that crashed into the unsuspecting couple out for their foggy Saturday stroll on the seashore... Made me laugh- that's what you get for walking right into a group of maniac pooches!

Then since she was covered in sand and mud, I took a path back through the horse training arena where there is a water spigot off the trail and sprayed her down with some funny looks from passers-by. She is too adorable with water!

And, now, I'm home staying warm (trying, anyway) and reluctant to do dishes or make myself a salad, which I'll get to soon when the laziness subsides... Ha, like that'll ever happen. And, then to watch the rest of the Stand.

Word.