I’m ba-a-a-a-ck

Safe­ly off the air­plane and back on home turf. As much as I did­n’t want to leave, I have to admit that it’s nice to be back in San Fran­cis­co. The trip to Nashville was too short, but it will be nice to sleep in my own bed and it’s already nice to hit famil­iar spots instead of being a guest in a strange city.

Had din­ner at the World Wrapps by Safe­way on Mar­ket Street. There’s a woman I see here fre­quent­ly who usu­al­ly spends a cou­ple of min­utes chat­ting with me if she has a chance. If she did­n’t men­tion her boyfriend so often I might havve devel­oped a crush by now, but of course, that’s not the point. The sun is out and I’m among famil­iar faces and places. I’m back in town and it feels good.

Of course, I did­n’t get any­thing to eat since a bowl of cere­al this morn­ing Nashville time, so part of my eupho­ria right now is relat­ed to a full tummy.

I should­n’t have any trou­ble get­ting to sleep tonight. Maybe I can get up and run tomor­row morn­ing. I miss the run­ning already. One thing that being on vaca­tion remind­ed me is that it’s no fun hav­ing pants that are too small (or rather, a gut that’s too big.) It’s one thing to suf­fer through aday of work all stuffed into a waist a cou­ple of inch­es small­er than my own. It’s yet anoth­er to be relax­ing on vaca­tion and still feel­ing the pinch. Sure, I should­n’t be wear­ing pants that don’t fit either way, but it’s more not­i­ca­bly poignant when I’m sup­posed to be relaxed and comfortable.

Maybe a run­ning reg­i­men will help with that.