Tuesday
I went to see the chiropractor, and then I went to have some dinner downtown, by the Embarcadero. Then I caught a bus to get home, but it was the 14X instead of 14, and I read a newspaper along the way, and missed my stop and ended up along the side of the freeway somewhere between downtown and Daly City. Oops.
So I thought I'd walk north until I recognized something; the first thing I recognized was Folsom Street (thanks to the street sign informing me that this was the end of Folsom Street, something I'd never seen before). After I walked a few blocks up Folsom, I realized that I was in Bernal Heights, and I knew where I was.
Accordingly, I walked up Bernal Hill, sat down on top and wrote a letter to Wolfgang for a couple of hours, and then walked down the other side and home.
The view from Bernal Hill is certainly the best I've seen from anywhere in San Francisco yet.
Later, Zack and I tried to clean up.
My arms felt a bit better.
I didn't work on "Existence and Uniqueness" at all today! Except that I did look up another epigraph for it.
I made some changes to my diary script so that I now mention people who have linked to this diary.
