On my way home
Just about to catch the BART to the airport on my way home from San Francisco. It has been a really fun trip. I spent this morning wandering around the city, and bought a bag, some bubblewrap, sticky tape and scissors. This was to pack three bottles of wine that I wanted to bring back with me, which Clark Smith had given me yesterday.
It will be nice to be home: I've been travelling a bit too much recently, and it's unfair on the family. There's a certain threshold of travelling that's just right, though. It's one of the most fun aspects of this crazy job I have, and I feel very lucky to get the opportunity.
I really want to come back to California again soon.