Woke up every hour all night long, finally gave up, did my morning routine, finished packing and checked out of the motel 2 hours earlier than planned. Took my time walking to the train station, and of course after the 2 hour wait the train was 20 minutes late. There were a lot of monarch butterflies to watch.
Got to Santa Barbara in plenty of time to make the connection, the Coast Starlight was only a couple of minutes late. Uneventful ride except the obligatory crying baby was three rows up. At least he was only crying, not screaming.
The good news is the windows were clean, the bad news is the glare was awful.
We were on schedule most of the way and would have been 20 minutes early into San Jose, except Union Pacific sidelined us about 15 minutes from the station to push through a LONG train of empty flatbeds. This looks like a loophole, maybe, in the freight company's war on commuter rail. We spent a lot of time going slowly, made me really miss Eurostar.
Getting off the train, rounding a corner toward the station, an older man (maybe 70, 75?) fell. I don't think he tripped on anything, he was out for a minute, not responsive when I asked if he wanted help getting up. He finally nodded, and me on one side, two women on the other got him on his feet. A young man got the man's cane for him and someone who should have helped pick him up handed me the man's satchel. I walked with him halfway to the entrance, by then he seemed fine. I got the impression this has happened before, but not in public.
Another wait for light rail, then the slow ride to half a mile from home, and a moderate paced walk home. It was easier after all the walking I had done this week, but not easy.
Unpacked, discovered that housekeeping had stolen my Bose headphones. I thought I had packed them away when I first got into the room, but apparently they were still in the grocery bag under the luggage stand. First time I've had something stolen that I didn't want stolen.
Uploaded the photos and whipped through them, there are some good ones. The old Sigma lens was not very sharp on the surfing photos, but part of that is 300mm magnifies the mist as well as the surfers.
I'd bought a Nikon lens on Amazon, used, which should be a lot better, and the USPS tracking page said they had tried to deliver it today, and left a notice to pick it up at the PO, but when I looked through the mail, it wasn't there. Went outside to see if maybe I'd dropped it, and saw the notice stuck to the front door. They are supposed to put it in the mailbox. So I'll go pick that up Monday.
While on the train I kept track of the World Series score from time to time. At 4-1 it didn't look good for the home team, but later in the game they just kept scoring and scoring. 11-4. I have no idea how they pulled that out of the hat. I love high scoring games, hate "pitchers' duels".
It has been a week since Domino was de-lifed. I have been on a couple of web sites looking, but I'm not sure I want to adopt another cat so soon. And I'm sure I do. And not. And so on. I'll probably go to the two big shelters tomorrow and look. The adopt-a-pet site is real impressive at first, but there are too many cats there who are not vouched for by a reputable agency. And their sort routine doesn't work because descriptions are often wrong or missing. Got to meet the cat in person anyway.
Plans for tomorrow:
Maybe watch football
Maybe prowl the adoption centers