sure, i'd do some work in the morning, but ..
- instead of dwelling in my hotel room, i'd pick a nearby cafe, try out their organic coffee blends .. and when stuck, watch the passerby through the windows;
- then i'd take the train into san francisco, find a spot for lunch, and then wander around a few museums and well-suggested parts of town;
- if luck would hold, then i'd acquire a crash pad from one of my contacts and then go outdoor climbing (bouldering) with a friend at indian rock park. otherwise, there is a 7-mile "fire trail" around the foothills that looked particularly interesting for a run;
- then there would be a gourmet food-truck event, suggested by my sister, where i could sample local fine cuisine .. then a beer or two, and who knows?
i had woken up and started LaTeXing in my room a little, if only to get a good pace started before heading to the cafe. that was before i found a gap in my proof ..
.. and before i knew it:
it was noon and the cleaning woman was knocking on my door.
that cast a strange color to the rest of the day: san francisco today would be out of the question. i went to the nearest lunch place, managed a sandwich, and suddenly remembered the climbing arrangements ..
.. wait: when was i supposed to meet ..?
.. but as these matters go, everyone else was happy to delay the climbing from 3pm to .. 5-6ish. there was plenty of time for a coffee and mull over the argument, so in the end i did go to a cafe ..
.. and find a cleaner, more elegant proof. by the time i met friends to go climbing, i didn't much worry that i was moving badly and (having taken a month's hiatus) lost all strength in my grip.
i've LaTeXing up the notes, and no more surprises have appeared. it's a good feeling.
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