I went in to San Francisco, as Romer's visiting from Philadelphia. We worked, did lunch, then played poker. I managed to get away up a bit, for a change, but then Dave and I had to beg entry into the car park to get our vehicles out - apparently "closes at 7pm" means "closes at 7pm". It was a long drive home, as the traffic was pretty sucky all the way across the Bay Bridge - usually once I get to the bridge it's plain sailing, but it wasn't.
Tilly's taken up stealing the toothpaste tube as a trophy, which makes a change from the tea towels.