We arrived in SF on Wednesday night. Katie and Bruce(my daughter and son in law) took us out to dinner at a wonderful Italian restaurant. The food was quite healthy and delicious. We shared it from platters. I had chicken parmesan, skinless chicken cooked in a delicious marinara sauce, antipasto salad and one small piece of delicious pizza. I was careful to watch my portion sizes. I had one sip of red wine.
The next day I went to the gym before going downtown to meet Katie for lunch. For two hours I wandered the streets of SF and took pictures of people and places that wouldnt ordinarily be taken by a tourist.
At noon I met Katie for lunch. While we were eating at a lovely French bistro near Katie's office, I recieved a phone call from my son Michael. He told me he was in the hospital with severe liver damage. Frank and I immediately drove back to Escondido, less that 24 hours after we had arrived in SF.
On the way home I didnt have much JC food that I could eat in the car. So I just lived with being hungry. My focus was on Mike anyway, so the thoughts of food were less distracting.
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