I just got a stack of pictures back from the dog. Sepia pictures of San Francisco. They look very old, and the sky is orange. Damn that hue. A few pictures of the inimitable one turned out great, but knowing her, she'll prolly hate them. She took a picture of me in my underwear... I had no idea the wind was blowing that strong. How embarassing. Are those my pudgy legs? Is that my doughy stomach? The ones that Mr Wobbly took of me turned out great, though.