Back home

TIred. Hungry. Glad there wasn't a BART strike after all. (When we landed, the flight crew told us there was a strike and I was all set to start calling Bayporter from the plane when they came on again and said, "Oops, false alarm.") I'm definitely not staying up for a regular Pacific Time bedtime, so maybe I can get back solidly on my morning-gym routine again. (The motel had an exercise room. Three pieces of equipment. Only one worked: the treadmill. It adjusted speed, but not elevation, and the automatic stats-tracking didn't work. Ah well, better than nothing.)