It's 3:56 AM right now, and I'm wrapping up the tasks that I gave myself when I woke up: "you're not going to bed until this stuff is all done". and I did.Unfortunately, I will be doing the same thing (with even less sleep) tomorrow night.

Ah, but now. Right now, I am sitting here with an expensive-in-California Dogfish Head 60 Minute Ale, the serenity of the middle of the night. I've been listening to Ennio Morricone and Richard Hawley for the past couple of hours and it's put me in the sort of mood that is content but excited. The cat wakes up every hour or so, has a quick bite, and then stares at me for 5 minutes before yawning and going back to bed. Carrie is asleep on the couch in front of an episode of Blue Planet. One of those minutes where you look around and everything has stopped moving, and you are left with the feeling that take everything in and just maybe get everything all figured out for once.

Instead, I will eat a plum and go to bed. 

Cellphone photo dump: San Francisco

 Japanese Tea Garden in the Park

Some kind of church for Cylons, I think.

This mail lady keeps an A&W in the mailbox!

More Tea Garden

Albino alligator! If you're wondering, YES, I did call him Whitey.

Apparently the reason they're so rare is because they last like 2 seconds in the wild. Kinda takes the excitement out of the whole thing. They're rare because they're so poorly adapted. Stupid pigments.

The California Academy of Sciences

Francis Scott Key Memorial (seen in last photo)

Japantown

Bindi Irwin