They say when you go underneath the golden gate bridge that you should quietly make a wish. I've been wishing I could stay.
San Francisco is beautiful. And warm, oh goodness it's warm. Today it's 13 degrees. Yesterday 16. And I'm on my way home to -5. BOO CANADA. Except that means x-country skiing, and cosy winter fires and wooly socks. In San Francisco, I wear no socks.
Macworld is over. I'm thrilled. It's been a long long week and an even longer few months of making it happen. But we brought home something that makes it all worthwhile: Best of Show.