Since this summer is incapable of serving up good (nice long weekend in San Francisco) without immediately serving up bad (breaking down on the way home from the airport) I guess I should not be surprised that I’m drinking coffee, reading my airport magazines and waiting for the automotive prognosis of the Boyf’s car.

I’m trying (semi-successfully) to be helpful, cheerful, and (mostly) to stay out of everyone’s way. Also am trying to enjoy the quickly waning afterglow of a wonderful trip, a trip that de-tensed my shoulders and filled me full of expensively delicious nourishment.

Anyone want to come down to Santa Monica and meet up for coffee? Oh, and while you’re down here…