And before 1PM West Coast Time, I was safely installed in my hotel.
It’s a standard boutiquey hotel. Location is great — one block from the city bus that goes to the airport for $2.50 every ten minutes, and about three blocks from the ocean.
Being this close to the docks, I wandered that way.
I stopped to admire the old girl. Like me, she had a long and interesting run.
Long about 5PM East Coast time, I was starved. Fortunately, there was a restaurant handy.
Now my mission is simply to stay awake until 7 PM. That’s two and a half hours from now. My legs refuse further duty — maybe I can convince them to make it as far as the lobby espresso machine.