An ordinary day

Sometimes I am grateful for an ordinary day of a morning with coffee and a jog through the park. A drive to work without traffic, a walk with my friend Kim into the cemetary of old soldiers and their wives. I love the hills and valleys of San Francisco .You go up and see the water and more land across the water or you are walking in a neighborhood looking up into the hills with little lights coming on in the evening. I love coming home to clean house on the day Catia comes and I say bless you Catia out loud and talk to the kitties. Nothing is so relaxing as a clean house you didn't have to clean. kitties on bed, all is very quiet ,hear the N Judah rumbleing and squeaking. I love the bug !