SFO

I have the most amazing hotel room here in South San Francisco (The Industrial City). Mom and I are right next door to each other, both rooms facing west, and she has a little sound of wind in the windows, but my room just howls and moans. I picked this room for it -- it's not really all that windy out, but on the fifth floor in this particular place -- well, it's wonderful.

I get to tell the next tale of the day. After the miraculous (well, very kind) recovery of the wallet, we did our thing of getting out to the hotel shuttle (Suzy remembers the place). Had to wait a bit, then shuttled off to our hotel (two long miles from the airport). Got to the rooms and Mom did not have her little red water bottle container (with water). Was it left in the Smarte Carte (or whatever the hell they call them)? Was it on the bench at the shuttle waiting point? No! She remembered having it in the very shuttle! But when the hotel desk fellow called the shuttle fellow, he said it was not to be found in the shuttle. Woe! A minor loss (compared to the WALLET), but unnerving just the same.

But lo! when we came down to the lobby for dinner, Mr. Shuttleman was there, and he had the watterbottle item; he'd missed it (I believe he was driving when Mr. Hotelman telephoned to ask about it). So today two items have been lost and found. What can be next?

We are having a fine time. The flight was (thanks Suze) indeed boring, the best kind. A bit windy coming down but nothing scary. I have the weird feeling that I was just here, though.