I went to California for a whole week and for at least two of those days, I had very little cell service. I have pictures and stories. They are all unorganized which seems to be my theme for December. I came back all discombobulated and slightly weepy. Every where you go in San Francisco, you can smell pot. I think I'm still experiencing a contact high because my brain is clouded over and it feels like I'm thinking through pea soup. While I'm trying to get my thoughts and pictures and Christmas (dear lordy, I've got twelve days to figure out Christmas) you guys can watch this video Heather and I made. We reenacted the earthquake of 1906 in Olema that separated this fence. I particularly like the end when we remember to curtsy for the camera.