Up with the lark and down to LAX to get the United shuttle to San Francisco, which for once was reasonably untraumatic. Set about the usual re-entry routine of opening the pile of mail, listening to CDs I hadn't had access to for weeks and eventually wound up at the Cove Cafe. By way of tentative celebration, headed to a favourite watering hole, Jardinere, in the evening. Oysters and Martinis we had and it felt wonderful to be home, wherever that is.