I just got back from a short vacation in San Francisco, visiting
an old friend of Elyn’s. We did a lot of walking. I seem to mostly
go on vacations that drain me more than they refresh; San Francisco is
so visually stimulating and interesting architecturally that I spent
most of my time silently gawking. This gets hard after a couple of
days. One notable building: some bank building downtown which is
basically a roman corinthian temple. Wonderful.

SF also has a weird effect on my brain. I find myself thinking
crazy thoughts like, “now I must start a corporation and make ten
million dollars”, or “I must buy and renovate a turn of the century
mansion”. If I moved there I would probably never sleep again.