Since I've moved to San Francisco, there has only been one sunshine-less Sunday. That day is today. I'm sure I could drive across the Golden Gate Bridge into Marin County to soak up the rays that are shining down out there instead of in the city, but I did that yesterday. Check out the pics...
And so today will be spent on the couch and in bed. And I'd like to take a brief moment to all those who are making this day of sloth possible...
1) I'd like to thank the guy downstairs for being quiet for 2 whole hours. Without this unexpected silence I never would have been able to sneak in an afternoon nap.
2) I'd like to thank the team at Comcast, without whom I never would have been able to use On Demand to watch three old episodes of Real Time with Bill Maher.
3) I'd like to thank the team at Tivo, for prompting Comcast to add DVR service options to my already ridiculous cable bill. Without you, I never would have been able to watch The Sandlot on TBS without all the annoying commercials.
4) I'd like to thank the team at Netflix, for crafting this amazing unlimited (or 3 at a time) movie rental deal for only $14.99 per month. Yes, I do get 200+ channels as part of my cable services, but when I STILL can't find ANYTHING to watch, Netflix, you are there for me. I cherish you.
5) And finally, I'd also like to thank the milk products, or whatever it is that is tearing up my stomach right now, for further fueling my desire to do nothing but be slothful. I really guess I owe all of this lack of accomplishment to you.
Thanks again to everyone.
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At least you've gotten sun! Up here in Vancouver it's been nothing but rain. With an exception, this weekend we had some sun and today we actually could see snow to the ski hills. It was a beautiful site but unfortunately I didn't have my camera while I was driving in my car. A hard feat at that anyhow...
Dad says .. don't forget to thank your dad for the genetic intolerance to milk products ... I inherited this trait from my father too. Love always, Dad.
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