Shelley and Quinn got home last Monday and I’m finally back home too. Everything in California went well with the exception that I was sick for most of it. Seemed like a bit of a watse to go back to the hotel room at the end of the day and just sleep. No touristing for me this time. I’ve been to San Jose enough times now that I feel like I’ve done most of the the touristy things anyway. I’m still tired — I must have something crawling around inside me, wearing me out. Hopefully this week will be better.