Husband bought me a massage at this day spa on Fillmore. Gosh he’s great. So I did that this morning. Afterward, I wandered around in the mild sunshine, and ended up at this chocolate cafe called Bittersweet. I had the richest, bestest mocha ever. It was a lot like drinking a cup of liquid chocolate, with a shot of espresso of course.

After an hour spent sitting in this cafe reading a magazine, I went back to the car and drove to Trader Joe’s to get some food for the weekend. I am getting a lot more comfortable driving in the city. The key is just to be alert, and courteous, which is pretty much how I have always been as a driver. I am never in that much of a hurry.

Our building is being painted. The facade is now covered by scaffolding and black screens. The painters parked their vehicles in our driveway and it would have been a big hassle to ask them to move, so I just parked up the street. The cats would like to know what the hell is going on. When I walked in, Simon’s voice was decidedly different when he greeted me.

Now I am sitting here listening to the A’s game on the radio, and thinking about doing some writing, though really what I should be doing is eating some food and clipping my fingernails. They are too long. Then I am going to take a walk and listen to podcasts.

My neighborhood is still shrouded in fog, while the rest of the city bathes in sunshine. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.