I had another hypnotherapy class on Saturday, this one with Ormond McGill. The old fellow's 92, and has been doing stage shows since he was 17. A lovely man, and good at what he does.
Had planned a nice dinner-and-TV thing that evening with meowlzebub, tampagypsy and lightbringer. On the way down, going from highway 580 to 880 South, my motorcycle started handling really, really poorly. Didn't want to turn, but was wobbling badly side-to-side on straightaways. I pulled off the road and discovered that my back tire had suddenly gone *very* flat. I limped to a service station, put air in the tire, and a quarter-mile later it was gone again. I pulled into a parking lot and started making phone calls.
Luckily, tampagypsy and lightbringer live, like, two miles from where I stopped, so they picked me up and we had a lovely evening. The next morning I got a ride back to my place, used my pickup to get a ramp from Road Riders, and picked up the motorcycle and took it back to Fremont. I was going to take it into the shop today, but about five things managed to interfere, so it hasn't happened yet.
On Monday I had a lovely visit with rightkindofme, who luckily also had errands to run in San Jose, so I picked up the motorcycle ramp and while we were down there, we went to a restaurant she really likes that she can't make it to often. I also quite enjoyed Su's Mongolian Barbeque. I'll need to find a chance to go back some time soon.
Today has been job hunting stuff pretty much all day. Which definitely isn't bad. It interrupts my screwing around, but these things happen :-P