I pop out to my car to drive over to meet Dan and Eugene for dinner and realize that my battery’s dead. This couldn’t happen on a worse weekend, because (a) Mark‘s in Fresno, and (b) he drove this time rather than taking the train, so I can’t even use his car…
Fortunately, Dan has offered to jump me, so I won’t be stuck in San Francisco all weekend. That would be a fate worse than death…
Time for some barbecue…
