1. Brian’s moved into a new studio space down in Bayview, what my friend Dustin calls the Last Lonely Place in San Francisco. This morning as I was riding the T-line out to visit, I kept seeing ghost children. A large blue sign was a small boy in a blue winter coat. A man walking his bicycle was temporarily accompanied by a dancing child that turned into a plastic bag tied to the bicycle’s handles as I watched. Either my eyes or the neighborhood is haunted.

2. I start a new job tomorrow. Even if I blogged more than once or twice a season, I probably wouldn’t tell you much about it. As much as it seems to have worked out for her, I’m taking Heather Armstrong’s lesson on this one.

3. I will say, though, that the idea of getting up before eight every weekday morning in perpetuity forever amen has me a bit freaked out right now.