Back in SF now... I got bumped on my Delta flight which separated me and my baggage and kept me in Atlanta for several extra hours. The upside is that if I want to fly Delta again in the next year, I have 200 "Delta Dollars." The downside is that I have to go to Oakland to get my bag. For the additional layover and trip to get my bag I earn 40 Delta Dollars an hour and have the satisfaction of knowing someone who was on a tighter schedule than I did got where they needed to be on time. For a minuete it looked like my man Rupert at gate B-28 was going to be able to bump me to first class, but it fell through. I did get seated next to an italian (?) couple who were in their late 30s/early 40s and madly in love. Acting like teenagers really. Kind of neat.

So I'm back in the Mission, listening to The Streets. Gonna hit the cafe and then ride the Bart. All my batteries are dead (chargers in the bag) so I can't make any calls for a while.

Things are moving. Movement is good.