Saturday

[jinian]

Finally I have no edges left of the epic post-Wiscon headache, though it may resurge in the evening as it has been. Earlier I weeded in the traffic circle until I got too hot, to the usual public approbation, and now I am eating pickled herring and considering how to be less dependent on other people for happiness. Most of you probably figured this out when you were twelve, but I continue to be a late bloomer.