You never appreciate your big toe’s contribution to mobility until you break it in two places (and no, this had nothing to do with New Year’s Eve…). Looks like I’ll be in slow motion mode for a few weeks.
It’s a long, long walk from the most distant gate at SFO’s international terminal to the customs area. I’m hoping my plane home, which departs in a few hours, will be parking at a closer-in gate.
UPDATE: Sure enough, we parked all the way at the end of the terminal, gate 102 or something like that. I think this is a corollary to Murphy’s Law.