I'm not in San Francisco (but I will be)

[ritaxis]

I was catching myself doing stupid things while driving around town doing errands and figured I had better go up in the morning instead of tonight. Emma suggested it, but the nice fellow talked me into it. Good thing: I've made a really pretty handout for the panel, with all the important human development stuff on one page. And I printed up a bunch of reference material for me to crib from. Next up: some examples. But I'll want to leave well before 8, to get there well before 10.

I have just been weird all day, as if I were getting sick. I don't know if it's entirely the rejection, or the general feeling of not accomplishing anything, or if I'm actually getting sick.

Emma's friend has a folding wheelchair for no particular reason -- so she doesn't have to wait on healing to go to museums and the Aquarium and stuff. This is good.

I don't have anything to say on the soldiers shooting at the car bringing Giuliana Sgrena out of captivity and killing
Nicola Calipari -- I mean I don't have anything to say that annafdd didn't already say best.

It's just typical of the whole operation -- no intelligence, just reactive shooting all over the place.