Kayaked down to Pier 39. The bay is funny, always looks like a calm lake from land.
Out there it’s surprisingly rough, like some huge barge had just come through but there was no barge. I wanted to go to Alcatraz.
Maybe next time.
The bay was lovely dark and deep, but I had a Christmas eve party to go to at my brothers. Stopped by a bar (The Bus Stop, on Union st) to have a beer with strangers, something that always gets me in the Christmas mood, then went on my way. I love to be in the middle of a bunch of loud people that know each other, the regulars, the bartenders, and just listen, add the choral comment about the interception or touchdown.
Forever fixing former follies. There are worse ways to live. Like having none to fix.