Today was one of those easy breezy San Francisco Sundays, where everything falls into place so naturally. Brunch with Pete and Kevin at 2223 (although the quality has gone downhill alas), followed by some beautiful walking around The Castro, coffee, a nap, and drinks at The Pilsner with friends and my cousin Ben. It turned out that my friend Olaf was in town and invited me to a German dinner at a place called Walzwerk with some friends of his, and in true SF fashion I knew several of them. It was a great meal of catching up and silly conversation. It was just one of those days that makes one want to move back to this place.