Today I rode my bike back from work. I think this is the first time I’ve commuted via bike while wearing long pants. I don’t think I like it. I have two of those velcro things that wrap around your ankles to keep your pants from getting caught in the bike chain. But really I’m so close to the train station and my train ride is so short that it’s just not worth the hassle of taking the bike. I’ll probably just walk to and from the train station, at least until next summer.
I’m slated to eat dinner with Tommy and Penney and Martin in San Francisco tomorrow night. That should be cool. We’re probably going to eat in the “Little Italy” area of San Francisco. Many a year ago when I visited SF with Robert Harris we ate at a really amazing Italian restaurant. It wasn’t anything fancy, but the food was pretty stellar. Maybe I could eat at that very same place–wouldn’t THAT be cute. I doubt I remember it well enough to find it.