SFL Monday — Must Be Santa.

So I biked into work this morning, cigar in hand, across the causeway against a light blue sky and light green sea, breezy birds and boozy work crews, beautiful women and ugly dogs, walking clubs, backpackers, lost tourists, unlit Christmas lights, Chabad Houses, iced coffees, sleeping men and bike lanes that start and stop inexplicably for no apparent reason.

God I don’t feel like working this morning.