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Started at Millbrae Caltrain station. Wikipedia article. Book 1 of 5.

I'm in the Bay Area seeing family and friends, which means lots of time on Caltrain up and down the peninsula but not a lot of time in the city.

This may be a new record: I got from the CTA Blue Line platform to the Admirals Club in 11 minutes. I'm quite pleased. And I have the TSA to thank, by enrolling me in Touchless ID program the last time I flew. I just walked up to the camera, the agent pressed a button, and then she said "Have a nice flight."

I'm getting ready to travel, so all you're getting this morning is a photo of Butters from Sunday:

As promised, Cassie got lots of walks yesterday: 10.4 km in three walks over two hours. Plus she got lots of outdoor time between the walks. The weather stayed comfortable all day and into this morning. After lunch today she'll get another 4-5 km. It's also a perfect day for Ravinia, so a bunch of us will be sitting on the lawn listening to Mahler's 6th this evening.

A cold front pushed through yesterday around 7pm:

This is definitely an improvement over last week:

I just released a new Daily Parker build with new editing features and some really helpful performance improvements.

Waiting at a restaurant bar To meet my wife for dinner And this woman walks in Can’t help staring at her I mean, this girl is hot Rounded and tight, wicked curves When she turns, I hold my breath My god, she has incredible curves She’s a little short, but whatever A body like that, who cares about height? She’d be tall enough in my bed On her back or on all fours It’s all good, all she’s got Hair pulled back in a ponytail Skin-tight T-shirt, cut low and high Bright orange short shorts, and tight Ah...

The Buddha did not drive his car at 7:45am He never faced the corporate hierarchy No student loans weighed on his shoulders He walked away from his marriage The Buddha had the freedom to choose, to explore He taught us to accept the inevitability of change He told us that letting go = serenity And this path lies between asceticism and opulence Well, I try to walk the Middle Way I try to accept that change happens But I slip a little in rush hour traffic A little more working in my cubicle A little more...