No good deed goes ...

Biked out to the Berkeley marina for lunch today -- gorgeous day, although the corollary of the still air was the blanket of smog hanging over SF. On the way back I found someone's checkbook lying in the roadway. Called the phone number and managed to catch the owner just after he'd finished having the bank cancel the account. (But it was a simple loss, not leftovers from theft, thank goodness.) I'll pop it in the mail later.

On the book front, I'm plowing my way through entering the as-yet-uncataloged books that have already been shelved. Then I can get started on the cookbooks. (Hey madbaker, would you and bonacorsi like to come over for dinner sometime soon and have first chance at the rejects?)