I rode the DRZ down to San Francisco for work, to see a visiting cow-orker, and bid "adieu" to another who's leaving. I set off shortly after 5am, with my jacket not quite closed. It was warming up on the way in, but I had to stop and do my jacket up before I got into the fog in Berkeley. Boo. The car park I use now has actual motorbike spaces - they're in a corner you can't get a car into. They still need to lay down a metal sign to get you a ticket though - my bike's too tall / not metallic enough, so it still needs work.
After work I managed to not lose all my money playing poker for a change, but it was a long old ride home again.