My Thoughts Were Traveling Too

How funny is it that I sometimes check my own blog, hoping that there will be a new post? Like some good samaritan might log in and write a little post, which would serve my handful of readers and interest me as well. Until a confirmed diagnosis of multiple personality disorder, this is unlikely to happen.
This week I was in San Francisco for an infectious disease conference. I made sure to wash my hands thoroughly with each ladies room visit, because these doctors might be watching. (Although there was recently an interesting NYT article on how even doctors don't always wash.)
Just a few days in San Francisco, staying near the shopping mecca of Union Square, and walking each day to the Moscone Center, reminded me that this might be a town worthwhile visiting for an actual leisure trip. This was reinforced when I tore into the my convention center sandwich, tasted the yummy bread and thought to myself, "Oh that's right, San Francisco! Sourdough bread!"
That absent-minded thinking might be what's kept me away from blogging; a failure to focus my mind on any one thing, or maybe the problem is focusing on just one or two things, to the exclusion of all else.
To take in more of our own neighborhood, upon my return home Jason suggested going to our local bagel shop for lunch. I suggested we make it a walk to the bagel shop and a lunch on the nearby beaches of Lake Michigan. Sounds picturesque, except that as we walked to the beach there was a tremor of thunder in the sky. "It's just the El," I thought to myself and didn't say anything to Jason since it's not always easy to coax him out in the sunshine and fresh air. It wasn't the El; it was the introduction to a heavy midday thunderstorm. Which we were caught in, 4 blocks from home, without umbrellas. So much for the appreciation of local landscape.