I smell like babies and hot and sour soup. Hey, at least I have toilet paper and oatmeal, so it's not all bad.

Funky weather? Oh yeah. Yesterday at Fort Funston, where I am accustomed to donning my heaviest jacket and wearing socks before venturing out to the observation deck, I had to take off my light sweater because it was too hot to wear it while watching the sun set.

This evening I went to the south bay to visit with a friend and the above-mentioned babies. I could barely keep my little truck on the road, the wind was blowing so hard. It was like being on a movie set, the big fan blowing straight on me with someone throwing sand in there to make it seem as though I'm in a sandstorm.