Oops
I wound up spending an extra day in SF entirely by accident (although I can't say that I'm sorry about it in any way). The flight I was supposed to be on was scheduled for 6:30 am departure, but when I awoke the daylight comming through the blinds me that despite the fact that I needed the sleep, I'd screwed up.
A quick call to the airline straightened things out and I got a flight out of SF at 11:20 yesterday evening. Just as we were leaving for the airport I noticed that things seemed to be shaking ever so slightly in Jennifer's apartment. The flowers on the counter top were gently swaying back and forth and I seemed slightly sea sick for just an instant. It took me a second for my brain to process what had happened, but slowly it dawned on me that it was probably an earthquake. Jennifer didn't even notice it, but it was all over the news today, so I guess I wasn't just dreaming.
Quite an end to a weekend full of suprises.