I can’t imagine anyone hunting whales in our area.

It is Tuesday morning in my bedroom.  The implications of this fact include but are not limited to:

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  • Loud machines pretending to clean the road will soon be terrorizing the Western end of the  mid-Bartlett corridor.
  • The city-wide emergency siren system will fire up for its weekly test in a little bit.
  • I am wearing jeans and drinking espresso instead of pants and coffee.

In consideration of the high probability of the following events occuring:

  • The sun becoming too hot to support life on planet Earth in ~1×109 years
  • The Earth’s oceans evaporating in ~1.9×109 years
  • The sun shedding its outer layers, producing a planetary nebula with a hot core emitting 100 times more power than the sun today. in ~7.65×109 years

…I thought it might be nice to recognize that right now  it’s early February in San Francisco city and therefore:

  • Bernal Hill is green and the Ocean Beach tides are finally starting to recede.
  • You could probably just show up and get a seat on an Alcatraz tour.
  • The cherry blossoms are blooming.

In this brief moment of cosmic calm, I want to tell the world (i.e. Nowell, dad, Ben, Cat, Erin, Rachel, Erin) about a few things that are going on, divided in to separate posts to accommodate internet-scale attention spans, of course.

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