By the grace of God, Frank Beau Davis and Richard Powers, I was among the riff-raff permitted to join the Stanford Waltz Week annointed tonight. Quite fun -- and rather a mini-reunion of people from the Prague trips of the past two summers. I the pleasure of waltzing with two Tinas! Not at the same time, no. Maybe next year I'll plan my vacation so I stay home and dance instead of travelling to dance.

I'm starting to get into the short-timer mind-frame at work. Not the hyperexcited bounce of the serious short-timer that is counting the hours, but the gentle glow of one who knows that in three day it will all (well, almost all) become someone else's problem.