I have to publicly admit a fetish, one I can hardly control, and one that is a part of each and every day of my life… weather.com. Every day I find myself checking it more than once, sometimes, just to be sure nothing’s changed. I check it for New York first, of course, but then for California and then I start checking it for places I want to go: Prague, Florence, Paris… and it seems as though there are no listings for Niger. What’s up with that.

A week from today, right now, I’ll have just arrived at Oakland Airport with three bags, two bikes and and cat.

I went to Blue Smoke last night to see Hayley and to enjoy some mac ‘n’ cheese one last time. One thing led to another and suddenly it is 3:45 AM and I’m swing dancing to the jukebox at the Hairy Monk with a Texan toy company art director. I’m not kidding. Ahh, the life of a single woman. There are things about living in this city that I’ll miss all winter. But there are things I can also live without.