Ten days with our son have gone far to quickly.  We took him out last evening to a fine restaurant, Gary Danko, near the Aquatic Park and Fishermen’s Row.  There was still light when we finished and Laurie’s flight had been delayed in Denver, so we walked along the shore and then up the very, very steep Hyde Street for a few blocks.  The colorful tourist cable cars were running half full.  If we were not expecting a text announcing Laurie’s arrival, we would have taken a ride.  Instead we enjoyed watching the transits and the tourists aboard.  

When the message arrived we paged an Uber car and arrived at the apartment ten minutes before her.  We had prepared a dinner for her and served it as we talked.  Then we found niches in this for now crowded apartment to sleep.  This morning the three of us still on Eastern Time are awake and have fussed with our luggage.  We fly to the South Pacific at about ten o’clock this evening.  Until then we still have another day to play in this great city.  We may take a ride to the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge and walk about the park there.  We will eat in early and then go to the airport.  After that we may sleep any time.  Our flight will start in the night and end almost a day later in the morning.  I would be happy to sleep the entire time, but that will not be possible.

Our wake up time there will be close to our bedtime here.  No way to prepare for that.  We will next rise from a bed in Cairns, Australia and will simply try to stay awake all day.  I have heard that the hosts there are familiar with zombies who come to visit.  They smile and offer, “coffee?”     Anne and I have greatly enjoyed our stay in San Francisco.  Great August weather here.  On a few days it became hot and reached 70 degrees.  In this sixth floor apartment the window is an air conditioner.   apartment 

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