Pat Murphy works at the Exploratorium, and I keep hoping I'll run into her. But I didn't.
It was a crystal-clear day in San Francisco, so clear that I felt like ditching the field trip and heading out for a wild time in the city. The adult side of my mind prevailed. The hedonist resented, but after a while was placated by all the Cool Science Toys.
And now it's a couple Snakebites (50% Harp Lager, 50% Blackthorne Cider), processing of email, and some LJ posting. A good night.
