Back during the chaos of Christmas I got an appointment with yet another sports doctor. At this point my insurance company probably thinks I’ve got some kinky thing for sports doctors when the reality is I just like to hang and check out the patients. The muscular, athletic patients who probably never replace the toilet [...]
Luckily Chuck did not puke all over any furniture when I left town last Saturday. Usually he sees the suitcase, panics, and then takes it out on the decor. My gorgeous, meticulously selected decor. Dude has got my number, y’all.
You can see the giant swath of fog toward the horizon that cancelled my original flight out of San Francisco and then delayed the next several. Rising out of it felt like a lyric from the song “Optimistic” by Radiohead: “This one just came out of the swamp.”