It’s the middle of November and it’s pushing 80 degrees outside here in the Bay Area. Sunny, a little hazy, just about perfect. I’m wearing shorts and sandals today. Couldn’t ask for much better.
This is something of a change from Wednesday night when we were out playing frisbee and in the space of 20 minutes, the field we were on went from this:

…to this:

Not to mention what the other fields looked like:

Thank goodness those Bad Old Days are behind us.
Until, you know, next week or something.