Cable Cars and Coffee

So this is how it goes, I think. You struggle into work, bleary-eyed and nothing but a full day of work staring you hard in the face. You check your e-mail accordingly ("No thanks," "Not him/her again!," "I'm saving that one...."), and then you think, "What's that GuyinTheWorld guy up to?" Well, maybe you don't, but now you have.

You sip your coffee, you go somewhere, and then you're back at work. Just like that.

Last week, Paris. This week, you're standing, precariously clinging to the rail of a San Francisco cable on the Powell/Market line through the city to Fisherman's Wharf, and you're thinking, "That just saved me five bucks." Actually, you're thinking, "I'd so rather be there. With that guy."

Enjoy your coffee, astronauts.