At the Hotel Frank

The less said about this trip the better.  On my second day in San Francisco I came down with food poisoning or a stomach bug.  I spend a lot of time in the Hotel Frank running between the bed and bathroom.  By Tuesday afternoon I had gone to the doctor's and gotten medication.  I actually worked all day Thursday and on Friday evening it was time to fly home.  The worst part of the trip was not being able to drink beer.