Went out in the bright afternoon to run many travel-related errands, partly in the Castro and partly in the Mission (warning people at the bank that I would soon be hitting the ATM machines in Rome with sincere frequency – redeeming many lightweight sweaters from the dry cleaner – buying a disgraceful number of vanilla-almond protein bars at the supermarket – etcetera).
I deliberately walked on back streets to get from errand-site to errand-site, entertaining myself with picture-taking. And the San Francisco sunlight gradually faded as my practical accomplishments piled up.