Last photo op with Irma before departing San Francisco for good. If I look bleary it’s because the ex and I had stayed up all night watching our moving pod to make sure it didn’t get broken into before the truck came for it. We were lucky. The worst thing that happened was someone peeing on it. Ah, the old neighborhood.
Dinner at Rocco’s later with Dan, Jamie, and Eugene.
Twenty years? Really? Damn…
