It's Monday afternoon, I've got two more nights in San Francisco. This is the first time I can remember really enjoying a visit to The City since moving to Portland. Relations with the ex-spouse are not as strained as the used to be. I'm staying way out on the beach, not in the middle of the city like I used to, so I'm not bothered by crowds/noise/traffic etc. (I like city life up to a point, but there's a threshold where a certain amount of crowding bothers me intensely.) The weather here has been phenomenal the whole time. I'm getting to meet up with some friends I've only known online previously. And my visits with The Next Generation are relaxing, fun, warm, and memorable.