Every time I'm in the San Francisco Bay Area, I'm overwhelmed by the number of things I want to do and, more importantly, people I want to see. And every time I end up feeling melancholy that I end up doing so little. It's like a switch gets flipped inside me, leaving me incapable of initiating action. This time I didn't even manage to contact people in advance, because I was already paralyzed by the prospect of failure. I mean, whatever I do finally undertake brings me pleasure. I'm delighted to see whatever friends I manage to see. I just wish I was staying a whole lot longer.