20:09 in office, no music.  Just quiet, meditation.  Thought the day wouldn’t end.  Just dragged.  Found a nice place for lunch around the block, and one block over.  Mediterranean spot.  Love the city.  SF now is like a book or long shelf of novels I’m reading.  No, narrative.  And the city is narrating directly to me.  Much as it’z in pain and it frustrates the fuck out of me, especially int he morning driving in, and well yes leaving like tonight, I LOVE San Francisco and its streets.  The names and buildings.  How they look looking up, snapping a picture walking across the street from my new parking lot.  No more One Maritime…

Did I tell you the new spot is valet?  More on that later.