Save Us Boaty McBoatface, You’re Our Only (Climate Change-Measuring) Hope.

Dearests! It’s Wednesday, it’s chilly in SF, and I am overjoyed watching a bleary-eyed dude in flip flops try to convince his wee dacschund puppy to go to the bathroom whilst on their walk on the street below me. Having a top-floor apartment from which one can spy like a cat has its nosy advantages.

Today was an extra-random Missive. So be kind to each other, mmmmkay?

Xoxo Amy