All the front windows are covered with opaque plastic sheets. Can’t see a thing outside. Ugh. Our already dim apartment becomes even dimmer; it feels like November in here.

Giants game last night was great. The Dodgers were beaten, I got to see Schmidt pitch, and I had a nice hot chocolate. The only downer was that we were unprepared for the usual late-summer chill. Should have brought a better coat. The fog came sliding in off the ocean around seven and by the sixth inning it was swirling through the upper decks with the gulls.

Today I need a long walk. I should get some NPR podcasts or something.

My book is driving me a little nuts right now. I think I am too much of a perfectionist sometimes. I feel like I am trying to write about something that is difficult to put into words. My fear is that it will sound hollow and false. I guess I won’t know until it has actually been written.