You guys. Here we have – weird orange cloud cover, flowering Dogwoods, early(EARLY) Spring in San Diego, and date night with my husband. It’s pretty much as good as when you peel an orange and you get those little baby slices in there and you’re all hey! Baby orange slices!

I took this while on Christmas vacation at our son’s home in San Francisco on my iPhone w/olloclip. Why do the buses and the houses look cooler up there?

There is something so enticing about a quiet backyard coffee joint where they have old, framed black-and-white photos hanging right on the fence. Wherein one person is Matrix-style avoiding a high-kick swipe to the the jaw. And in another one, the dude is just being, you know, a Dude.

The glass turns a milky, cloudy white when it warms up in your hand. I can’t prove that that makes the GrandMa taste more delicious. But you can’t prove that it doesn’t.

This is what people think of when they think of San Diego in March (or February, when this photo was taken). What you can’t see: the cluster of homeless people just to the left that yelled at me when I walked past. One guy had just puked. There was a dog among them. My friend said, “Let’s go by them together. Better to walk by that way.” I hate that what she said is true and I hate that this is a very real part of what San Diego is now.

But you can’t see any of that in this shot. Just look at how blue the sky is.

I don’t know what these tiny pink flowers are. Do you? Would you tell me, please? Are they a tiny variety of Orchid?

So, no, we don’t get a lot of snow in San Diego. It happened 44 years ago. Flakes were also reported in 87 and 90. Phew, slow down, weather.

What we do get is beautiful petal snow falling from the Dogwood trees. A lot fewer snowballs, though.

My sunnies and my smirk say hello from San Diego.

Tortilla Wrestler was just hanging around outside in the back of Java Jungle in OB. His little feet had been nibbled by something. I’d like to think by maybe a mouse or rat and that T.W. spends his evening hours after all the human patrons go home fighting rodents in little shiny capes with masks covering their tiny faces with their whiskers poking out.

Of course, T.W. from OB always wins.