A neighbor was walking her dog this morning around six, and a completely naked jumped out from behind a car and started jerking off in front of her. LOVELY.

I was doing a stairway walk in Dolores Heights yesterday and a man jogged up the stairs right next to me completely naked. I know I live in San Francisco, but still, I didn't need to see that on a Sunday.

Tennis:

WTF, dudes. I have a rehearsal to get to. These 15-minute games are insane.

San Francisco! Whoa.

I don't need to see that on any day, megan!!

Thanks, sarameg. I have thought about you and your house a lot the last 42 days, but even more in the last 72 hours!

Am at new hotel now. Hope they at least carry the Giants' games. At this point, it's just the familiarity of the broadcast crew that I need to keep me company in yet another sterile hotel room.

They allow dogs, but I am only here for one night because they're booked tomorrow. I am calling in the morning to check on cancellations because if I can keep staying here, I can send for the Wigglebutts!!! And then I will feel approximately 3000 times better.

The jerker was apparently tall, flabby, pale, and nearing middle-age. So, no.

Naked jogging just seems ... uncomfortable.

Hoping for Wigglebutts!!

Which sounds so weird after all this talk of flashers and naked joggers.

Tennis: Wow. That final was completely amazing. Excellent tennis all around.

Yeah, that was pretty nuts.

Oh, I hope you can have the dogs join you.

I expect that when it comes time to replace the plumbing to the second floor, it will be precipitated (ahaha! NOT) by something like this. Because plumbing of this vintage is fine. Until it isn't. And I know when it comes that time, I want to save the bathroom floor, which means going through the first floor ceiling and walls. Fun. Good to now SF is responsive- they're my insurance as well.

Ew, megan! How unpleasant.

I don't see that sort of thing where I go running--perhaps the possibility of poison oak scares them off.