Ah, Saturday. I finally feel like I've got a real weekend at hand, since I have no obligations hanging over my head. So what am I going to do with my weekend? Very little. Read, drink, maybe write, and compose a couple breezy sonatas.

Andy's sister Janessa is going to Antarctica for three and a half months. I won't bother displaying my envy, but instead be thankful that she gave me a spiffy patch from the US Antarctic Program, and will probably send more once she's on the ice.

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