Sitting in San Francisco International Airport in the terminal bar..
It's interesting to look at the different people here. There's a few younger women with an older man which I can only hope is their father; some businessmen, linked only by their never-ending travels and exhaustion; and finally a middle-aged man with a dog. A dog -- an animal I did not even know was allowed in an airport. It's not a big dog either that you could even pass off as a seeing-eye dog. It's a tiny little thing sitting in his lap, panting quietly as he downs his $10.75 vodka-tonic double.
I, on the other hand, am drinking the finest creation to ever come out of the bay area -- a 22oz. Anchor Steam beer straight from the tap. Along with my swiss and turkey Panini, it made for quite the meal.
For my trip back to Pittsburgh I think I may hunt down some sleeping pills. I really am exhausted and cannot sleep at all on planes. Hopefully a pill or two will knock me out. Many a meeting tomorrow, all of which I need to be awake and aware for.
In other news, and part of the reason I'm here in California, I'm getting close to settling on a job for the fall. I have a number of offers so far, and should know in a few weeks where I shall be for, hopefully, a good while. I have to say that California is a great place, and I now understand why people pay what they do to live and play here. The food is great, the weather is great (hey, rain isn't so bad), and there's just so much here.
Time to pay the tab and pick up those knock-out pills. Catch you on the other side of the country.