Scrabble is like sex....

...it's much better by yourself or with another person than it is on-line. I've been competing against myself in Scrabble the past two nights. I won both games. Amazing. You can see the resulting boards. The first game I won 314-304. The second I won 378-359. Granted, I didn't use a timer...


Around 7AM at Castro and Duboce, after getting off the bus to go to hand PT:

My wrist is getting better and better. I have about 60 degrees of flexion and about 70+ degrees of extension. Yay me! I was a bad patient and took a real bike ride with climbing and descending last weekend. My forearm muscles were really sore...

Labor Day weekend, George and I drove north to Bodega Bay to, you guessed it, take pictures of a golf course. I can't wholly complain for several reasons: George let me me march us up and down a big hill hike in a state park beforehand, full of redwoods, horse shit, and spunky little lizards. And afterwards, we went to Occidental and surprised Allison at her restaurant for dinner. Duck--yum. Goat cheese--yum. George sitting with less than a foot between his back and that of Dick Gephardt and his wife. Not kidding here. Allison was their server that night AND the next night at the other restaurant where she works. Pretty crazy!



An incredible Friday evening sunset. There is always something beautiful in the sky here. Yesterday, the Golden Gate looked like a bubbling cauldron of cloud, spitting and frothing vertically with nothing else around.