After some espresso at the Panama, Terri and I took a nice walk around the neighborhood, enjoyed a number of gin and tonics along the way, marveled at the newspaper headlines that exclaimed the Mariners had marked my birthday with a No, No, No, No, No, No hitter, contemplated getting a tattoo, though we were in the wrong city to take Ellington's A Train we found a doctor's office that will handle all future ailments, discovered where all those urine samples you give go for testing, passed by the hotel that is named after 41 and 43, and ended the evening with a late dinner of wonderful sushi and saki at Maneki.