I'm back home from San Francisco.
I hated to take my shoes off this time. We visited friends in Sonoma (they had a bitty earthquake just after we left. A 4.4) and Sue said she'd caught some horrible foot infection at the S.F. airport because she had to walk around without her shoes on.
As if dying weren't bad enough, now we're getting foot diseases when we fly.
Spent four or five hours going back to Chapter Six and Seven.
It's that infamous breakfast table conversation. I have to fix that before I move on to Chapter Fifteen ... working on it isn't making it any better.
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