I had the worst time falling asleep last night. First, I hadn’t responded to a friend’s email in like five days (an eternity in “interwebs” time), so I did that. Then I did some late night LinkedIn research, then brainstorming for the ranch… I just couldn’t shut the mind down. Next thing, it’s 3 a.m. and I’m still wide awake. When I did finally fall asleep, I had a bad dream. I dreamed that John and I got into a fight about taking time off for vacation. Then I started wailing in my sleep. John had to shake me out of it.

By morning, I was super groggy. I sent out a few more emails (in my zombie state), and then started tuning into the keynote speech at Dreamforce. Yeah, the CEO is a bit campy and salesy, but I dunno, I felt motivated and energized. So I decided to head into the city to check out the expo hall. Public transit took about 1:30, and then I walked a mile to the Moscone Center. I met a friend/former co-worker, but at that point, he wasn’t all that impressed by the production. I dunno: maybe I’m easy. We grabbed lunch and then hit the hall. The place was mobbed, and since we didn’t work for a legit 501(c)(3) nonprofit, we never got a free account to try out. We didn’t even really know what the heck this Salesforce software was. We went to the exhibit hall hoping there would be demos, but no luck.

Finally, we walked half a mile to the SF Hilton where Salesforce was pitching it’s foundation arm focused on helping nonprofits. We still didn’t see a demo, but at least we did a lot of networking. Apparently, everyone is now drinking the Salesforce Kool-Aid. I’m thinking this will be a tech tool I’ll need to learn for future marketability. Yup, always thinking ahead!

By 4:30 p.m., I was pooped and it was raining outside. I stopped by the hotel concierge desk to do a bit of research for the ranch (I told you I’m always hustlin’), and then I headed home. The plan was BART to Caltrain to Hillsdale Mall for a few hours, and then catch a ride home with Bubbey. Well, long story short, I got on the wrong Caltrain, it didn’t stop at the mall, it didn’t stop in Menlo Park where I thought I’d switch back to the local train, it didn’t stop in Mountain View, and suddenly I was in fucking Sunnyvale. Ugh. I tried to make the best of my dilemma: I grabbed a tasty dinner at my favorite Mediterranean spot called Dish Dash. Somehow, John had a sixth sense that something was wrong, and he texted me to see if I had gotten home ok. I was trying to keep my flub from him, but somehow he knew. So I finished up my dinner and headed back on the train for home. By then, the rain really started coming down. When I arrived at our home stop, I went to the wrong side, and then we were calling each other back and forth. Of course, as is always the case with our goddamn “smart” phones, they never work when they need to!! Seriously, he couldn’t hear me. Back and forth, back and forth, in the pouring rain.  Finally, after texting, we synced up. And of course, my parents were calling me for more computer issues. Jesus Christ. They must think I am sitting around twiddling my thumbs all day– like I should be on call 24/7 for tech support. So yeah, got home, dealt with their printer issues, more OS updates, and now I’m exhausted.

Meanwhile, Remy’s cyst on her eyelid started bleeding yesterday, and I think it’s scratching her eye. I really want to just cut it off myself, because she will stay still for me. I dunno. I put a bunch of Neosporin on. Poor Remy. Aging has been such a challenge for her.