In San Francisco...
...and a bit tired just now. We had to pull a 31-miler to get here instead of the planned 19 miles, due to circumstances which I will tell you more about tomorrow, when I've had more sleep. Right now, Tom, Rich, and I are the only occupants of a hotel downtown that's been closed for business for over a year...it's in mostly good shape (that is, not particularly seedy or run down), and there's just a bit of The Shining vibe going on. However, there are no creepy twin girls hanging about the halls and, so far, Nicholson has been passed out drunk in a maintenance closet and hasn't done much in the way of axe swinging.
I'll have more tales and photos and such later.
