If it smells like death, it probably is

Happy Halloween.  I'm wearing my traditional holiday orange skirt from Alyson's mom today at work.  Tonight I'll be scary Grannie.

The vet just called to say Doh has malignant melanoma.  I haven't had the heart to kick her off the couch and bed even though she smells.  She still seems OK, has her appetite and wants to explore places she shouldn't.
Maybe she'll make it to her birthday in February.

Genocide Day?

AKA Columbus Day.  This past weekend celebrating Jack's 49th in the home of the 49ers I crossed the street from Chinatown into Little Italy and bought some Foccacia.

I love free outdoor concerts in the park.  Something old something new.

Some people called it San Francisco's Best Weekend Ever  San Francisco's Best Weekend Ever.  Although the Blue Angels were kind of annoying it was a great time.

I almost missed it

I've been sick since I fasted.  But I enjoyed the atoning.  My first sin of the New Year can be forgetting to blog about Yom Kippur.

I guess my ex decided to forgive me since he is communicating again.  I guess Nick wins some money for that.

There has been a lot happening that isn't explicit, but rather communication flying in the ether not expressed through scientific clear language but seemingly true and clear nonetheless.

I got paid back. 

I thought I could claim having achieved menopause but I started bleeding and have to start counting to one year without a period all over again.

I feel better when I dance.

I'm a Freebird?