Days of Water & Sand

I'd love to able to say I think the balmy mid-winter weather in S.F. is nothing but delightful. Trouble is, it disturbs me. My mind goes all Apocalyptic, flashing grim scenes of a plant & animal-free future in which all the surviving humans have ashen skin and have to wear special airtight suits to go outdoors. Of course, my mind also flashes weird skeleton pictures at me whenever I have dental x-rays taken, so it may simply be I have a mischievous mind.

Anyway, Django does not seem to have inherited my mental madness -- yet. He's thrilled by all the days at the beach, whether authentic beach or brilliantly crafted facsimile thereof. Sand and water, in case you've forgotten, are totally amazing. Not so easy to walk in, though.