It's been a wet week, and that's trimmed my opportunities to play.
Yesterday, I was booked at the Cannery. It was a heavy mist, not quite rain, here in the East Bay. But when I looked to the west, I could see a beautiful smear of blue beyond the Golden Gate.
By the time I got to the City, of course, the blue was gone. A steady drizzle was falling.
I played in the rain (under a cafe umbrella) to make back my train fare, had a lovely chat with a Yorkshireman and enjoyed a free Crepe (Ham and Cheese).
Even the bad days have their good points.