Poor Coops. He has an ulcer in his right eye. He’s had a couple of those over the past few months, we realize, and so he’s going to go see a specialist about it. Tonight, he’s in the cone of doom and on meds. It’s almost 3am. Night night.

Another day in SF, and another good one. Good food. Got my work done. Even got to watch Hamilton win 2nd in the Chinese Sprint Race live with Liz’s dad, who’s a racing fan. Night night!

SF really is like no other city on the West Coast. It’s an entire city of townhouses, packed in together like it’s Europe. It’s SO CHARMING. Liz’s dad has a beautiful place right in the heart of the city. Work was busy, slow, and then busy again. Got everything done...