Wednesday Ramblings

The moon hangs in the morning sky and the sun peeks over the eastern hills. The air is cold and crisp like a fresh leaf of iceberg lettuce. Today would be a good day to escape from it all and soak up the sunlight. Unfortunately, I'm on my way to work. I need to put in a suggestion at the office for cubicles on the patio.

I'm rather embarrassed to report that Earl was right. Oh, I got to bed by 11:30 without a problem. I just forgot to adjust the alarm to beep annoyingly thirty minutes earlier, so I woke up at 6:00 as usual. Earl may have won today, but he's going down tomorrow.

Yesterday was the centennial of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire. Every newspaper and local television station ran special articles or programs to mark the milestone. I always find it fascinating that when reporters talk about earthquakes, they never fail to conclude with the following remark, "Experts predict the next big quake will hit the Bay Area in the next thirty years." It's fascinating because the experts have had the same prediction for the last seventeen years, ever since the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake.

Because it was there and we were hungry, we dined at Willow Street at Westgate yesterday. It's much larger than the original restaurant in Willow Glen. Despite being a spin-off, the food was just as good. I had the $9.95 daily special, which was the grilled Hawaiian chicken with ginger rice. I also filled up on their complimentary honey wheat bread. We mowed through one loaf and took the second one home. Actually, that second loaf is in my lunch bag and will likely become my mid-morning snack.

One of yesterday's headlines read "Bush Taps Portman as New Budget Director". And the first question that popped into my head was, "What does Natalie know about federal spending?" And on that sad note of shame, I'll end this entry.