The other theory is it was chilly in the room, so I looked at the thermostat and it was off. Turned it on and set it for 70. Or maybe 72. Next time I woke up the chills were gone, but OCD was there to replace them. I was up to look on Amazon for a Nikon lens. The fast 50mm I shot the Hmong exhibit with is old and doesn't auto-expose very well -- after a few shots I switched to manual mode. It was built for a pre-automatic camera, the f-stop ring actually works, but not on the newer cameras, which error out if it's not at the highest setting.
Did not find what I was looking for. What I did find was either too bulky or too expensive or both. I shouldn't be buying toys, anyway. I can always pull out the D90 and use its DX 35mm lens.
Woke up way too many times. As the morning progressed, the pillows went from heavenly to rockyard. Most wake-ups I checked the webcams, and saw that Spook was restless too. She was on the livingroom floor, on the guest room futon, the bedroom cat bed and the porch-view cat tree. I had closed the bathroom door before I left, hoping she would sleep on the bed, but she didn't.
Finally 9 am rolled around, I got dressed and went next door for the buffet breakfast. It was a pretty nice buffet, similar to a mainstream hotel's. Scrambled eggs, sausages, potatoes, a variety of juices. Only two problems: no plates and nowhere to sit. I saw people with to-go boxes, but none were set out. I finally got one from a staffer.
It was drizzling on the walk over there, so Plan B was invoked. I fired up the Amtrak app and changed my reservation to 12:10.
Ate in the room, watched TV, and spent way too much time on the crapper. Blaming that on the impending illness. At about 11, when my tummy agreed, I checked out and walked down the block and across the street to the train station, and spent another round in the loo. There was someone sleeping in a sleeping bag in one of the stalls. Homeless are all over Sacramento. One would think the state capitol would be more sensitive to its image.
Speaking of image, there is a huge mural depicting breaking ground for the trans continental railway in January 18-something. I suspect it was not well researched, because most of the crowd was wearing shirtsleeves and nobody was wearing an overcoat. That does not seem accurate for January in Sacramento. And the clock above it is stuck at 3 o'clock.
I was ready to go half an hour before train time, but had to wait, because they only start running the shuttle at 15 minutes till departure. Not a good plan, since by then the best seats are taken. As usual I lost my bearings, and when the train pulled out it was going backwards. It was more than half full, none of the forward-facing seats in my car were free, so I had to put up with it. Traveling backwards makes me mildly carsick.
A couple of stops later, I was able to move to a better seat, it turned out to be the same one as the one I rode up on, except that one was in the front car, this was in the back car.
There was a lot of water in the landscape. The Sacramento River looked like about 6 feet below crest. There are some fields in the delta with water halfway up the trees.
Here and there we slowed way down near flooded areas, there were lots of small landslides on the cliffs along the bay by Martinez. Here and there we rocked hard going fast.
For the most part it was an uneventful trip. There were a lot of babies on board, but they didn't land in my car. And being 4 cars back, the horn wasn't as invasive. I was able to read from the tablet. Amtrak wi-fi is not bad, so email and antisocial networking was available. I ate half a PNB&J and a Payday and drank lots of water. My tummy behaved itself for the whole ride.
Got to the station on time, the experiment worked - my car was where I'd left it. Home in 10 minutes. Considered stopping off to get my nails done or do some shopping, but no.
Home, unpacked in stages, downloaded the pictures, which can be found here. Here are a couple:
Pointing out pictures of people they knew in Laos, or in the camps.
This is the great-grandfather of the woman I chatted with yesterday.
A volunteer guards the display case. Not really, she was mostly there to welcome visitors and direct traffic.
Paul was in Peace Corps/Thailand from the year before I arrived to about 3 years after I left. I'm sure I met him.
My favorite of all the costumes on display. I was told long ago, and it may even be true, that the coins were her dowry.
Dinner was a Healthy Choice sweet&sour chicken thing. Four thin mint cookies for dessert. And some cheap caviar on ritz crackers as I watched the Bloomberg technology report. They had on an ex-NSA executive, and he had the same take on Trump as I do. Unlike all other Presidents of living memory, he immediately started fulfilling his campaign promises. And by jumping in with both feet, finesse was not a consideration.
Plans for tomorrow:
Shopping at The French Store and Safeway.
Coffee with Janice