72 hours and a chapped face later...

Back from a whirlwind trip to SF that included a much insisted-on trip to Fisherman's Wharf by my dad, nevermind that it was our bazillion and thirty first time. Seeing the bloated, blubbery seals lounging on the boat docks and trying on a perforated fake leather Fila cap were the highlights of the day - the overcooked garlic crab was not. A clean room and Law & Order SVU marathon are just what I need to unwind a bit before getting wound up again in the coming work week. Someone save me...