Here, Gini, I brought another case of Bailey's to go with the coffee. We'll hold your hands while your tree goes over the bridge.

It's so hot and smoky here in San Francisco it's eerie. It feels like earthquake weather as the air is so still and such a strange color.

The Lick Fire that's burning in Santa Clara is where I drove through Sunday, returning from my trip to Monterey. If I'd stayed another day, the drive home would be been more "adventurous." I know the Big Guy is looking out for me.

I'm having ice cream for breakfast!