It's one of the first days that it has cooled off in northern Cal in recent memory, the delicious ocean breezes are wafting in, again, from the Pacific and cleaning out all the smoke from the various wildfires. So, I said to hell with work and went out and hammered for about 80 miles or so today. It was just too beautiful to resist.

Now, I am unashamedly "recovering" with a big, cold glass of milk that comes packaged in a glass bottle, produced by the contented cows grazing on those gorgeous hills above Tomales Bay, north of San Francisco. In about 2 or 3 hour's time, I will be continuing my "recovery" with a couple pints of my favorite hop milk, also originating from the same general area.