Which is to say I think I bought the right car for who I am and what I'm up to (if I could but figure out who I am and what I'm up to). The CD changer works like a charm, small, fits under the front passenger seat, holds 8 CD's; the sound system sounds fine and the car itself handles not "like a truck", but "more like a truck than a sedan". That, I finally realized, is what I needed. Yes, it does look like a Gooney bird in metal flake. So what? I got it home in one piece Saturday morning (nursing a hangover from Friday night's out on the town til midnight San Francisco romp) and, although I haven't driven it all that much (I spent eight hours in the office today with it parked outside precariously near traffic.), I've driven it enough to make a judgement. I am in my element in my Element. (Moan.)

You spent eight hours in the office?

There was no way around it. Sometimes there's no way around it. I haven't done anything like eight hours on a weekend since I can remember, although recent changes at work have made me nervous. I don't want to think about it.

So goes the weekend. We ended up Friday traveling through Fisherman's Wharf after oysters and beer at a place in the Ferry building. Boy have things changed since I was last in Fisherman's Wharf. I will go back with a camera, probably next weekend.