Downtown San Francisco

is a noisy, angry place. It's hard to remember how it was in '82 when I arrived here . . . it seemed much calmer and people were so much nicer then. Now the streets are filled with folks who do not care if they walk into you or bump up against you, and if you should, G-d forbid, say, "Excuse me," then harsh words often follow. Oy, not my cup of tea.

BUT it was wonderful to have lunch with Bob and Marinell. They still make an adorable, loving couple, all these years after I fixed them up. Bob still thanks me.

Between my walk to and from BART in SF and my walk home from BART in Oakland, I walked about 2.4 miles. Perhaps tonight I will walk a little more to get to my 3-miles-a-day quota.

Tonight I am taking Heshy to his group, and he claims this will be the last time he'll go since, "I don't need it anymore and you're not sick anymore." We'll take this one session at a time - since they are two weeks apart I can deal with his reticence again in two weeks.

I honestly do feel just fine, full of energy, almost back to my old self.