I swear I had one of those conversations with M. that made me think about something to write. But, somewhere between doing shit and less than shit all day, and not to get too scatological, actually shitting, I plum forgot.

Here’s all I know right now. We live near a regular farmer’s market and warm from sunshine, picked yesterday, stems still on, organiic strawberries are damn fine. Tasty and fine.

Other than that, check out the various pictures below from hanging near the Bay in the city of San Francisco the other day.