You know, every time, *every* time that I start to feel whiny and ill-treated at my job nowadays, I stop for a moment and think about your work pressures and all the other life complexities you're juggling, and I -- well, I still whine a bit. Just more quietly and abashedly.

I'm not going to be at Escapade this year, alas; I cherish the memory of our conversation last year, and it would be lovely to see you again. In any event, many head-pats to Harry, and strength to your sword arm!