Today was strange. I did my delivery route in San Francisco / South Bay and didn’t listen to the radio or think about anything for hours. I just drove in silence. I barely remember anything that happened before 2 p.m.

It was overcast all day. For miles and miles there was a thick cover of grey clouds. People in the Bay Area are unused to this sort of weather. It makes them somber and quiet. I had a good time with it though. I felt calm, anyway.

My boss told me that’s the last time I’ll have to drive. That’s good. I was getting really burned out.

There is a barista in Palo Alto I’ll never see again I guess. She had red hair and pale skin and tattoos. Man. She was cool.