I've decided to stop lamenting my unemployed status for a few days and join our friend Joel at his cabin in Tahoe for some midweek skiing, leaving M to fend happily for himself until Thursday. I'm looking forward to driving up by myself this evening, happily bopping along to Outkast and Phish and stopping at In-N-Out burger for a cheeseburger "protein style" and some well done fries.

When I return, in addition to the entry I'm planning on the musical aspect of our New Year's adventure, the NEW WHOLE FOODS will have finally opened exactly two blocks from our apartment in SOMA.

I fully expect having a grocery store (and a WF, no less!) within walking distance will change our quality of life significantly. I mean, that's what we live in the city for, right? Walkability and convenience? These days, the only things convenient to where we live are porn and crack. No, I am not kidding at all.

M and I already have a date on Thursday night to go grocery shopping. The fridge and freezer have been eaten bare. We have no more "everyday" bottles of wine. I am ready to make friends with the butcher and the fish guy, and buy artichokes, turkey sausages, olives, and peppermint brownies with abandon.

And then walk home.