Here is a photo of me in a store in Chinatown in San Francisco from 1986.
So, I was right. I hit the ground running and didn't stop until after 9 tonight. I got home from work, made Coadster food, drove to Stinky's basketball game, watched her team get trounced, went grocery shopping, came home, and made dinner for me and Stinky. I'm hoping I can start slowing down at least a little tomorrow. Also, I really am trying to catch up on my blog reading. I hope to be back to my normal daily reading by tomorrow sometime too.
The other thing is that I got this message back from Neal's brother yesterday:
Yes, I do remember you when I visited home way back then. Neal was pleasantly surprised to get your message. Hope all is going well for you. Now we can keep up on Facebook . Here's Neal's address: some small town in the Napa Valley area. He's doing fairly well these days. Catch up with you more next time.
He asked me to be his friend on Facebook, which I thought was very nice. I sent him a note back thanking him for doing that. I guess I hadn't read his note closely enough, because I said something like, I was glad Neal was doing so well. Then when I reread his note, I noticed that he said "fairly well". I certainly wouldn't describe myself as doing fairly well. In general, I think I'm doing really well. So, now I'm thinking I may have responded incorrectly. Oh well. It's not like I can unsend the message. I'm going to do one last photo search to make sure I have all of his pics, write him a little note and send all of that stuff off to Neal, hopefully this weekend. Even if I don't hear anything back from him, at least I tried and got his photos back to him. I'll also hope that fairly well, is better than it sounds.