We spent most of this weekend indoors working on the site, despite the picture perfect weather outside. Come Sunday afternoon we were feeling pretty loopy, and the dogs were getting that crazy look in their eyes. I took a short break to take them out, and we made the journey down our three flights of stairs, along the side path of our building, where we popped out onto oh-so-famous Haight Street.
After nearly four years in this unit, I could fill a book with all of the weird things I’ve seen on this street, and Sunday was no exception. I was welcomed to the outdoors by a man wearing an oversized, curly ladies wig, chugging a carton of half-and-half and muttering to himself while walking in diagonal lines down the sidewalk. Oh San Francisco, you sure do keep me on my toes.