Sometimes you eat the Shark, sometimes the Shark eats you.

I awoke this morning with the horrible realization that I had left my cordless $400 Makita drill "Shakira" in the back of my truck along with my $300 framing level, on a Friday night, in San Francisco, mere blocks from cracktown.  I flew from my bed, sprinted down the stairs and found everything in my truck as I had left it.  Thank the Crack Lords, the Karma Fairy and the fact I happened to have pajamas on for once.

In a related but not so lucky story a man was eviscerated by a shark near San Diego yesterday.  His last words were apparently "Shark!"  Beats the hell out of "Volvo!"  We should all be so lucky.