The folks got back from Scottsdale last night. They were there for Giants Spring Training fun. They crashed here, and now are on the way back to the great hot North that is Redding. It's a beautifully peaceful Sunday morning. Fifty-five degrees out, sunny, cloudless sky, and REALLY quiet.
If I could drag my sorry butt out of bed this early more often, I'd get to experience it more. But I'm betting the vibe isn't the same on a weekday.