A LEISURELY BREAKFAST IN SAUSALITO By Lu Sobredo Known as the early riser in the family, I lived up to my reputation on Sunday morning. No wind or rain to rock the sailboat. My task to step off the boat made easy. The remnants from the old, sunken boat by the pier are visible to my eyes, barely awake at 6:58 a.m. The tide, being extremely low, meant my climb to the street level would challenge my achy knees. I’d say it was sweater weather as I watched the fog roll in from the San Francisco side of the Bay. Our Sausalito hillsides are covered with it. I could hear the applause of joy from the vegetation in the neighborhood. If my hubby knew what I was thinking, he would say, “there you go again, anthropomorphizing.” He is sleeping in today. It was a well-deserved extra rest after yesterday’s lecture for the Piedmont Gardens residents in Oakland and the scrumptious lunch and conversation that followed. I am convinced the fog is the reason the verdant leave...