Tried to grab a flight early Wednesday, no dice, so I got in around midnight. Took a cab straight to my man Shane O’Rourke’s place — ah, not quite. My old friend Gretchen called as I was getting off the plane, so I stopped by and dragged her along. We hold on to our little fantasy about being right for each other in the long run, despite having proven otherwise. Spent the night at Shane’s and made my way over to Marin for Thanksgiving. Nice to see my mom and sister, good food, etc. Next morning over to my dad’s new place, and despite my expectations I spent at least two hours there. Good to catch up with him, and it looks like a nice place — up on the hill above the 2am Club in Mill Valley. Then I ran into the city to catch Eric Kroll’s show at The Shooting Gallery on Larkin. A suitable location. Then downtown to the Sony store to look at laptops, then down through SOMA and over the Lefty O’Doul bridge to have a look at what’s going on in Mission Bay and along 3rd street, since I’ve been reading lots of San Francisco planning dept. documents lately.

Lofts still for sale in SOMA:

3rd street light rail coming on line soon:

Construction on the flats below Potrero Hill projects — think about the value of that real estate:

Last stop: Marc Gardner’s place to cook up a roast leg of lamb and sit around until the wee hours planning our trip to Spain. He just passed the bar, and we were all in good spirits. Now I’m back in Madison pondering my future again.