threw a bottle across the water to someone who's thinking of me

I had a busy but mostly lovely day in the city of sin. I woke up and did a tiny bit of work before retrieving my car and speeding to the office. I then had meetings for approximately eight hours straight after my calendar collapsed and tings kept getting added, but I survived (and some of the discussions were even fun).

I finally escaped a little after five and went to Burlingame, where I parked and talked briefly to my mom before meeting Lauren (aka Subz) at pizzeria delfina (yes, the sister restaurant of where I had family dinner last weekend, but the repeat was worth it). We had a long and deep conversation about all the usual things I've been talking about this week - community, death, AI, grief, needing reading glasses, the future, etc. It was great to see her, and I'm already looking forward to our next meetup. 

Then I came back to the city, parked on the street like I still live here even though it's been almost nine years since I've had a SF address (crazy), and basically fell asleep (or wanted to) as soon as I got to my room. So now I'm going to go to bed for real - goodnight!