Even though he had little energy, he had a full schedule that day.
Ron Johnson, who had developed Apple's stores and run them for more than a decade, had decided to accept an offer to be the CEO of J.C. Penney,
and he came by Jobs's house in the morning to discuss his departure.
Then Jobs and I went into Palo Alto to a small yogurt and oatmeal café called Fraiche, where he talked animatedly about possible future Apple products.
Later that day he was driven to Santa Clara for the quarterly meeting that Apple had with top Intel executives,
where they discussed the possibility of using Intel chips in future mobile devices.
That night U2 was playing at the Oakland Coliseum, and Jobs had considered going.
Instead he decided to use that evening to show his plans to the Cupertino Council.
Arriving without an entourage or any fanfare, and looking relaxed in the same black sweater he had worn for his developers conference speech,
he stood on a podium with clicker in hand and spent twenty minutes showing slides of the design to council members.
When a rendering of the sleek, futuristic, perfectly circular building appeared on the screen, he paused and smiled.
"It's like a spaceship has landed," he said.
A few moments later he added, "I think we have a shot at building the best office building in the world."
The following Friday, Jobs sent an email to a colleague from the distant past, Ann Bowers, the widow of Intel's cofounder Bob Noyce.
She had been Apple's human resources director and den mother in the early 1980s,
in charge of reprimanding Jobs after his tantrums and tending to the wounds of his coworkers.
Jobs asked if she would come see him the next day. Bowers happened to be in New York, but she came by his house that Sunday when she returned.
By then he was sick again, in pain and without much energy, but he was eager to show her the renderings of the new headquarters.
"You should be proud of Apple," he said. "You should be proud of what we built."
Then he looked at her and asked, intently, a question that almost floored her: "Tell me, what was I like when I was young?"
Bowers tried to give him an honest answer. "You were very impetuous and very difficult," she replied.
"But your vision was compelling. You told us, 'The journey is the reward.' That turned out to be true."
"Yes," Jobs answered. "I did learn some things along the way."
Then, a few minutes later, he repeated it, as if to reassure Bowers and himself. "I did learn some things. I really did."