For the past three days, the sun has been a funky distant red color, and you can smell the wildfires nearby.
That won’t stop the week’s celebrations, though. The Castro neighborhood is all decked out and ready for an excellent weekend-long party.
A.G. Ferrari: Human respect and great food, all in one store.
I’ll tell you, the cat’s day is off to a great start.
Oh joy, it’s time for the vet.
The 18-year-old cat says: “I know where you live.”
The 2-year-old cat says: “Hey how’d you get in the box? Is that fun? I want one too.”
Our vet is a magician. Dr. Craig founded the Linda Mar pet hospital in Pacifica. Years ago, she and her colleagues helped me out with an orange kitten who had a broken leg and a malfunctioning heart. 18 years later, he’s still a troublemaker. I hope I look that good when I’m his age.
The other magician responsible for his longevity is Shelly. The cats love it when my muse and I pack a suitcase, because it means she’s coming over soon.
Speaking of magic, just down the street from our house there’s a trans-dimensional mystery door.
It’s just a door, right there in between the buildings. I’ve never seen anyone enter or leave.
Looking through the glass, you can see a garden and a brick path going straight back, but you can’t quite see where the path leads. I’ve been curious about that door for years.
Random assertion: Most doors lead to a place you’ve never been.
Steganographic data: 1856/3.5
Secret Plan 158 