Bringing gloom to rented rooms

Rain, the real thing, for my birthday. Not too much or too little.

Two little presents to myself--Cioran's, "The Trouble with Being Born," and a picture of the can of beer I opened yesterday and drank all by myself.

The can of beer contained genuine outpourings of affection.

It's my day, I can watch baseball on tv with impunity.

I'm a relatively new SF Giants fan. It turns out that Buster Posey is not a nice guy, ignoring kids who stand beside the team bus waiting for him to sign autographs, but Madison Bumgarner signs everything the kids put in front of him.

Baseball, I could watch it all day.

And thank you Jake Arrieta for throwing a no-hitter against the Dodgers on my birthday.