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And the Sun Shined on the Bay

Just listened to Katie (one of TONY's scariest people) talking to a doctor about memory loss. Apparently chronic stress can be a leading cause.

I'd love to write about our journey to San Francisco, but I don't seem to recall ...

Truth be told, it was a beautiful (if not a little brisk) weekend. We stayed at the Clift and meandered about the hilly city without much of an agenda, playing tourist here and there, hanging with all too hospitable friends and just chilling (literally and figurativley ... brrr) out. Didn't get to see as many people as we'd planned, but there will be a next time.

I'd never spent any real time there (aside from family visits when I was 7 or 8) and Larry hadn't been since 1984. It's really charming, as I'm sure all you seasoned travelers/residents can attest. I wonder though, if one lives there, how quickly it becomes a really small town and if it begins to close in on itself? I'd like to spend more time there to find out.

On the down side, I seem to have caught a nice cold ... a less-than-fitting gift for my 1-month anniversary of quitting the smokes. Damn air planes ... flying petri dishes is all they are.

So now it's back to the grindstone for what threatens to be a torturously busy week, which I'm planning on sailing through on double-doses of DayQuilŽ and Vitamin C. Between the stress and the cold medicine, I'm sure I won't remember a thing.