A Day in the Life

The boat leaked....luckily, it didn't rain all that often but when it did...it leaked. I tossed around the dining table/bed that night wondering what to do about moving to San Francisco. It was a rare July rain and as I listened and wondered just how much water would be on the back deck when morning came, I also wondered how my life could have seemed so promising and now....not.

Jake slept soundly. Unfortunately, his mid-life crisis included more alcohol than usual. Tab and vodka. He snored. I could certainly use a break from all this. But, was leaving town - again - the answer? San Francisco was a very great place. Had I ever been to California before moving here I would have selected that city above Los Angeles. Smaller, compact and surrounded by water. Cable cars and hilly streets. More seasonal weather. It really is true that sunshine every single day was not always a good thing. I missed the seasons. Christmas with 75 degree weather just wasn't right. But I digress.