Agave

Today began the same way yesterday ended. Lost items, lost concentration, lost creativity, 'spitting' stitches from an excision 6 weeks ago requiring another trip to the doctor all added up to serious wheel-spinning. After mending the latest shirt to develop holes in it (silverfish?, seat belt? Why are they always in exactly the same place?) a trip to Dancing Goat Coffee seemed in order.

I put money in the parking meter, fed more coins into the San Francisco Chronicle vending machine, handed over a few bills for my Aztek Mocha and found a table outside in the sun. This habit could get expensive, but it was well worth the investment for the mental reboot. 

OilMan seems perfectly happy to stay home with the dogs. Although Blake passed his second training test and will formally 'graduate' next month, he  still manages a lot of mischief . While OilMan was happily digging in the dirt, Blake went into the open shed, found a box of bone meal and made enough of a hole in it that he efficiently spread a trail up and down the stairs everywhere in between as he eluded OilMan's furious pursuit. He was in the bathroom in 'time out' when I got home.

The bathroom is one of the few rooms in the house that has a door and nothing inside left for him to destroy, but the white tile floor is a powerful reminder for OilMan to close the lid to the loo. Otherwise, Blake will drink out of it , and evenly distribute muddy footprints all over the floor. OilMan bought me a new mop the other day….