I love looking at old photographs of San Francisco streets.

I walk around trying to imagine what these sidewalks and buildings looked like fifty years ago. Like, how 16th and Dolores looked fifty years ago, and how it looks now.

From the top of Twin Peaks, I gaze down and try to picture how this peninsula looked a thousand years ago, when the hills were perhaps a few feet taller, covered with trees, sitting between views of vast oceans and the eastern hills, looking over rolling grassy meadows to the rocky beaches on the bay. Who knows, I’m just guessing. I wonder what the people who lived here then ate. Fish? Nuts and berries? Imagine the entire city looking much like Golden Gate Park.

I slept soundly last night. Then I rode the slow train to work. When I got here, they were giving out coffee and Krispy Kremes in the lobby. I couldn’t resist. I am a slave to the donut + coffee.

I feel like today will be good. Sun’s out, I have a project to work on, tonight I am going to the gym and then doing a bunch of packing. I better. Things are going to start accelerating real quick in the next few days. Before I know it, Wednesday will be here, and I’ll have to be all done packing up by 9am sharp.