I know it is an hour into Sunday; but by me it is still Saturday night.
A good shabbat---more stimulating than restful, perhaps; but still beautiful.
It is always wonderful to see the chevrah---such a remarkable collection of people.
Tomorrow begins the conference proper, and I need to be there early.
My eye is healing slowly and well. I am continuing my friend Shelley's wise masking-tape-modification of a pair of reading glasses, so that my left eye is not exposed to the lights from the computer just yet.
Mishka is curled up contentedly beside the laptop.
I am heading up to bed.