Inauspicious beginning
Well, I'm in SF, in my hotel room.
I got in around 11:30 AM Pacific Time, well ahead of my scheduled arrival. The flight was comfortable -- I didn't get the upgrade I requested but managed to get a row that didn't have a middle passenger, so I was about to stretch out and rest. Just as well -- my lower back continues to hurt from that fall I took a couple of weeks ago, and sitting for six hours didn't help it at all.
Jim and I met in the airport and checked in together, then we went out for lunch. After running an errand we returned to the hotel; I got some things squared with the front desk and fell asleep around 4ish.
I didn't wake up again until 7 this morning. That's what I get for staying up the night before my trip. But now I'm nice and rested and acclimated to the west coast.
Unfortunately, that also means I didn't get a chance to do the things I set out yesterday, like touch base with my father and watch the Pats stomp the Jags. Oh well. I have Sunday.