D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

It's starting to feel like early spring - even though it keeps going down to 40 at night, the air is less biting when I get out of work, and the dawn is further advanced. Except the day there was a dense fog and I had to flag down the bus like a New York taxi.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

I believe the orange peel on the sidewalk is from 4-legged critters raiding backyard trees, rather than 2-legged critters coming from the Farmers' Market. The whisky-bottle in our geraniums, on the other hand . . .

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Bear has apparently learned something from his now-brother: he's chomped one of the two large bicolored tennis balls from Petco that he so loves so that the two halves have come apart inside the skin.

D.O.P.-T.

In a plastic bag dispenser in the produce section at Safeway - a half-eaten jalapeño bagel.