Friday was a rather uneventful day, compared to Thursday, when I half-expected to meet Carl Lewis and had such a good day at the University of Houston I wasn’t overly disappointed when I didn’t.

I woke up early, worked for a few hours while the Dish slept in, then we checked out of the Omni hotel. The Dish was flying home Friday afternoon, and I was headed to meet our Oklahoman crew at a Residence Inn near NRG Stadium.

The Dish and I stopped at a California Pizza Kitchen for a salad, then we drove around some tony neighborhoods in the Galleria area. Think Nichols Hills on steroids. Massive, stately homes, most of them nestled among magnificent trees. Houston has lots of faults, but give it credit – lots of trees, including palms.

We headed out for the Residence Inn, and I got checked in. The Dish took the rental car and headed for the airport. I told her I would go with her, then cab it back to the hotel, but she said she’d be fine. I should have went with her. She made it OK, but the rental return can be confusing at Hobby. Navigation is my job in our relationship. I let her down.