It's such a perfect day. My morning is immeasurably improved whenever I get to walk through the dog park. Roses and birds of paradise and the Jurassic-sized impatiens that San Francisco hosts and that I'm still not used to are blooming. A five-year-old girl with killer bangs whirled dervishly and carefree outside a cafe that was blasting North African music. A tow truck driver leaned out his window and yelled, "Mornin' sweetheart!" in such a sincere non-skeevy way that I was charmed. Happy Friday.
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