Random Thoughts

Last Saturday, I had long snoozes in sunspots while Alice got blown to bits in San Francisco. Gusts over 40 knots. Icy blasts. Lots of rescues by the Coast Guard of wet sailors under the Golden Gate Bridge. Perhaps one of these sailboats trying to beat out to the open ocean got swamped?
At a museum nearby, Alice tried to find a single thing I would have liked. The pork meatballs in the cafe are the winner. But, not a single dog is allowed there except for working "servce" dogs. Bummer.
As for "art", she thought this painting of a spaniel peeking out from under a tablecloth at some poultry and other nice things would fascinate me if any good smells were associated with that painting. No smells, so why bother? Sometimes I simply cannot understand people.