I almost didn't. Know the way to San Jose. I had the directions to my motel in my hot big fist and I was careful about following it, but I still lost a connection. I was supposed to take a street next to the airport but somehow I got off the street and well into the airport mess itself. I went around it twice, finally found a place to pull over and look at maps, and finally worked my way back to where I needed to be.
In my defense, that airport changes every week. One road closes, another opens, a third gets curved off somewhere it didn't go before. And the signs are not all in place enough ahead of time to help a person like me find what I am looking for.
But all that's water under the bridge. I am in my motel room now. The so-called internet access is a dataport. More than these types of motels used to offer but not what I wanted. Still, I can get online through my cell phone, so that will be fine. I don't want to do that this minute because I'm expecting a call from my sister.
3:20 am Sat
I finally got online through my cell phone. It hasn't been cooperative. Irritating.
I had dinner with Mary and Susan and spent the rest of the night in my motel, munching snacks...Michelle didn't come by, or if she did it was later than ten, when I turned off my phone (I forgot to bring the charger).
This morning I may hunt for a place where I can get online for free, wirelessly, or just hang out, have breakfast. Later I'll go to Mary's and Susan's to pick up the computer of Mike's and give Mary the receipts she needs for her claim.