I have tons of stuff to do at home today but I was thinking of taking the BART tour of its new lines to the San Francisco Airport: "Saturday, June 21 from approximately 3 p.m. to 8 p.m., BART will be offering free rides on its new San Francisco Airport line. Riders wishing to tour the new line and its facilities will be able to ride free between the new South San Francisco Station and Millbrae Station, or into the BART Airport Station, making all station stops."

I should have blogged in the early morning, when I had the energy and the time and the right ideas. But the day was full, and the time was short, and the drive to get stuff done was pushing hard, relentlessly. It was a good day -- no, really it was a great day. How many get to sit around and dream big dreams for a living and have the great fun of chasing those dreams? But it didn't feel like a good day while I was in the thick of it all. Too many masters, just one slave.

I'm thankful for the evening, for the cessation of conscious striving. Dinner was a blessing, communion with my beloved housemates. Tonight we met a prospective housemate, a rare treat. Later this evening, the newspaper lay open for evening contemplation as we talked about our days. I said I wanted to blog, to write something before I slept tonight. But what would that be?