is yesterday’s today so once the truck was down the road we salvaged some of Saturday,

at least through lunch, and then, having eschewed the Monthly Breathwork on the corner, were

off to SF in unexpectedly light weekend traffic for a relaxed dinner before a concert honoring

our late friend Ingram Marshall at Herbst Theatre which also looked to become a reunion of sorts for people from back when we all – over forty years ago – lived in the Haight where he had

written at least one of the pieces performed that night. L. and I made it home, luckily just ahead of a partial Caldecott Tunnel closure, to the dogs’ delight and subsequent morning walk but

weren’t done yet, having scheduled acupuncture in Fairfield although happily “Fairfield” turned

out to be a verdantly anomalous industrial park in Green Valley on the one day, Sunday, 680 wasn’t closed for repairs to the Benicia water line.

Disruptions, minor, continued as Monday L. left me to lunch in Larkspur and then Tuesday

came…and went.

Wednesday in a rare midday moment out in Society we experienced the pleasant gardens and cloyingly French quease-ine* of One House Bakery with Kathryn and Greg Renfrow

and Benicia’s beloved former head librarian David Dodd [behind the camera, therefore not shown] prior to my venturing downtown seeking signs of spring and locating succulents as well

as an interesting array of miniature iridescent dinosaurs…

surely indications of Something, yes.

*For me, anyway; softly cheesy and salt-assaultive…