Home again, home again . .. .
jiggety jig. I have to confess that I ducked out early today. There's a point at which you just feel done, and I was there this morning. So, after some stupid trouble getting out of the parking lot and trying to communicate with someone at the other end of a very bad intercom thing ("Press the button. Listen for the tones. When the tones finish, talk. Then let go of the button" -- this whole thing didn't work very well), I finally escaped the Marriott and started on my way. I was upset that my computer power cord wasn't working, so I went to Fry's, right by the hotel, to see if I could get an adapter for the power cord that I thought was probably the problem. Nope. The tech guy at Fry's tried another power cord and told me the problem is in the socket in the computer, not the power cord. Bummer. I'm hoping someone in Santa Cruz can fix it, so I don't have to send the (almost brand new) computer away somewhere. I headed up I-5, stopped in ...