I know I should be offering clever insights on the Occupy Wall Street story or some other topical issue, but honestly, my brain is frazzled from moving in these past two weeks, and I don’t have any clever insights on anything other than where to store the Christmas ornaments. Right up there with divorce or loss of a job, although still far beneath the death of someone dear, is the stress of moving, and I can attest to that.
And heck, it is Friday afternoon, and even when I am not working, my brain knows a weekend when it sees one.
So let me just share with you a few more pics of the neighborhood at different times of the day. I do love it. The flowers, the food, the weather. Lombard, Sansome, Battery, The Embarcadero; even the names of the streets sing to me.