Fixin' for a ride.

I underwent a wondrous naptime last night. I can't recall my dreams, but they must have been splendid. I slept in my warm coat, and awoke to the coziest of feelings. Today: Pumpkin Patch Picking, a lazy bicycle stroll, reading, and work celebrations of the day on which Columbus claimed "motherlicker" status. I've been watching the Mighty Boosh. I'd really like to head down to San Diego and spend the day riding around, stopping in at intriguing shoppes and cafes, photographing, etc., but I haven't the time. Next weekend. Promise. And a visit to the little mongrel, Baja. Oh, how I miss that little dog wisdom.