The trip across the Bay Bridge is becoming both extremely aggravating and boring. We have the routine down pretty well. Head out of the house, pick up lattes at Peet’s to make the ride bearable, swing by NB ride share to pick up a couple of passengers before heading to the freeway, the Bay Bridge and the SF side of the Bay.
Once again, George didn’t have much for blood, so it was platelets, two units of packed red cells We didn’t even get on the road till 1830 so it, again, was a really long day. More so for him than me, but still. When the highlight of your day is pizza for lunch, you know you are in spinning-your-wheels-mode.
Add on top the As pitcher totally blowing up, resulting in the Astro’s wiping the As 15:0. Not fun. actually sad. And a testament to the fact that somedays, they just don’t have it.
