Wednesday

 Last night I was able to take my bike onto the light rail and ride to the Winchester station, take the route I'd figured was best from Winchester to Lark to "Other Santa Cruz / Los Gatos" whatever the street is called, up to Blossom Hill and over to the temple. I was an hour early and to pass the time helped a Chipotle delivery driver find the person who'd ordered 5 big boxes of stuff and helped him carry the stuff inside, studied my books in the cold outside and finally, inside, when the front doors were unlocked. 

A good crowd showed up and the class went well. I made some good jokes like, "If the Hebrew word for 'meat' is 'bashar', then what is Bashar Al-Assad?" I was able to check my name off on the attendance sheet but this goes back to my college days in Hawaii. As a hated minority I have to excel and make sure people remember that I was in the class so no one can say I wasn't there at every session. (In Hawaii if you're Asian you can sit back, not say a peep, turn in your papers and mediocre work and get an A while a "haole" will have to excel and will get a B or a C.) 

The ride back was a bit eerie as it was a bit foggy. The ride back to the Winchester station went easily being downhill, though, and there was a train there waiting so that was neat. And it only took 1/2 hour to go from there to the Airport/Metro light rail station. 

I stopped in at this pizza place and got a veggie and cheese slice, more expensive then Pizza My Heart and not as good but any place that's open past 9PM has the market cornered. I then went to the casino and got a big croissant and got home and stuffed it with butter and ate that, too.