Clear day. Finally.

What's playing on the iPod: Red Dead Redemption (downstairs on the TV)

Today was a summer day. Unbelievable. I mean, it's only taken two and a half months, but hey, we got our summer day. I gotta quit being so demanding. Asking for a few weeks of summer in August is a little much.

Still, it was a great summer day. We heard some music at Rock the Bells while dropping Zack off. I went last year. It's a great way to spend a day.

Patrick Bear Grylls led us as we hiked the cliffs near Half Moon Bay, climbed up trees and down gorges; we saw a pair of red-tailed hawks hovering above and a few dolphins swimming along the coastline.

We hiked down to the beach and played on the sand; we put our feet in the water; we carved our names in the hillside.

We visited Cameron's Pub and Restaurant in HMB and ate some damn good food; we took the long way home and had dessert in the Castro. I've still got some left.

We drove home and bathed and relaxed. Indy's asleep next to me. He was a little trooper and loves to hike with his brother, matching REI backpack and all.

The day would've been complete if Zack had been with us, but he was enjoying his day with Method Man and Snoop and the RZA, and the lovely Lauryn Hill.

So cool to have Joey with us again, and always nice to have the Mexican. ;)

I need more of this. I need a week of this. I know it's a lot to ask, but only the squeaky wheel gets oiled. The open mouth gets fed, etc.

I need a vacation. I need a vacation. I need a vacation. There's no place like Hawaii. There's no place like Hawaii. Squeak, squeak, squeak.