South to the city.

The last week on Angel Island boiling in my Tyvex suit beneath an angry sun. An island of abandoned buildings and fields of thistle, an old immigration station now a historical site, and the empty bases where cannons were placed facing the Golden Gate. Angel Island is wasted. So much for stewardship. Across the water in Belvedere a moderate 3/2 is listed for 37 million. Tiburon prefers to be with like-minded individuals.

I quit again. Tomorrow a new one begins. I have the coffee table littered in plant and herpetology books and filling my brain such as a night before exams. Cramming, what a bittersweet memory.

Tiger and Rocco are facing off in the U.S. Open playoff and soon Euro 2008 will volunteer its distraction. There are always good excuses for letting the mind wander.