Flutterby™! : Journaling

This morning, driving out to help Athena and Forest move, we had someone close behind on the way down White's Hill, and in Fairfax that turned into a downright tailgate (despite the fact that I was tooling along at above the speed limit). As Sir Francis Drake turned from one lane each way to two, he went zipping around us, and I remarked to Charlene, "never a cop when you need one". But, lo, two blocks hence there was indeed a cop with a radar gun parked in the High School parking lot... And three blocks after that balance was restored in the universe. Yay to the San Anselmo police!

As of this afternoon Zack, the youngest of the rat boys, is an award winning actor on stage and screen, with a super dark adaptation of Stephen King's "Night Surf" that he made with a couple of friends that showed in a local film fest. We sat through all two and a half hours of shorts, and disagreed slightly with the judgement of the judges, but quibbles, mostly.

And although helping them move on a moment's notice was a hiccup in the schedule and something of an annoyance, and take me away from a hike, I still got a workout from it. So life is good.