I'm still in San Francisco, feeling detached because I've been away from home so long - often feeling like I'm just waiting for the next day to get more work done, then the next, and the next. Until I my work is done up here, and I finally get to go home - until I have to come back up.
I got up ready to tackle my computer, and noticed I hadn't taken out one bag of trash - and the trash trucks were due any minute. I ran outside and ran head on to the sounds of Spring. I know it's not spring just yet - but don't tell that to the birds.
It was glorious. Trees line this street, up and down this hilly street in Noe Valley, there are trees. Needless to say, there are leaves all over the street, the sidewalk -- everywhere (my car)- and it seems each tree had a different chirping or birdsong coming from it.
The chill is mild as San Francisco mornings go, so, in essence, the morning is glorious. God, I love mornings like this.
And, my coffee is good - almost perfect. I think I found the trick to a good home-made cup of coffee. The coffee is from Bernie's on 24th Street in Noe Valley. I'd been struggling for the last 5 months to get it right. Alas, I think I've gotten it. It's been hard getting measurements just right, blends just right and the ground just right. I thought it was the coffee, but it turns out it's the metal coffee filters my hosts use in the coffee maker. Perfection happened for the first time on Sunday, when I was headed to a Quilt Show at the convention center - ah, what a glorious cup of coffee.
Anyway, my coffee is good, the morning is good, I got to write this morning, Wednesday, which I hadn't been doing....so it's all good.
A presto!
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