One of the most photogenic cities in the world--pastel homes, trolleys and hills, fog and the Golden Gate--and the only I picture I thought to take was this:Didn't even get the magnificent redwoods surrounding, on this hike through the Muir Woods.Two great readings. Booksmith on Haight, adeptly run by bookseller and flash-fiction writer Whitney Ochoa. A deep conversation afterward about everything from Jung to DARPA, thanks to some well- and widely-read regulars. And Book Passage in Corte Madera. Thanks to everyone there who came out for the event, including Jeri from NJ, whose love of literature inspired me to contemplate the unthinkable--actually writing another book. And thank you Karen West; and host Johanna Rapp for the gracious introduction, the thoughtful gift (I will put them to use!), and for prepping for signature (and re-prepping to the black title page) about a hundred books. Also stopped by some other terrific indie bookstores while there--M is for Mystery in San Mateo, Books Inc. on Chestnut, and Mrs. Dalloway's in Berkeley. Thanks much, guys, for your enthusiasm, and for (in Mrs. D's case) the high Berkeley praise of "mindf**k" and "refreshingly weird."