Week 3 in SF.  Heading over to the Yerba Buena Park and artists working and displaying their work outside under a deep-blue, nearly cloudless sky.  It's about 60 degrees.  Plan to walk to the Embarcadero and have salad and a nice white wine at a bay-side table.  Then, buy a baguette and some scrumptious goat cheese for dinner.   Happy Sunday in San Francisco.

Last night about 10:30 pm my daughter Beth dropped me off at the YWAM base. The night was dark and cold.
So, we drive up to the base, I pull out my suitcase and roll my way to the front door, key in hand.  Beth stays in the car - it's not a safe place to be out on the street at night.
As I unlock the door, Beth says, "I love you."  I answer, "I love you too!"  And, from somewhere underneath a pile of sleeping bag/jacket/blanket/backpack/stuff-filled-bags on the sidewalk near the door, I hear, "I love you more."
"I'm with you," i reply.  "she's a beauty."
"I noticed." came the answer.
"Good night," I say.
"Good night."

I haul my suitcase upstairs and walk toward my simple-but-cozy room.  I sleep.
so, I hope, does a friendly man with a great sense of humor huddled on the sidewalk among all his belongings.