You'd think after all these years of watching clocks and counting down in base sixty, I'd have a better sense of timing. Apparently not. Hour of the Wolf went well, except that I misjudged how long it would take to read the damned story and didn't get to finish it. Next time, I'm breaking out the stopwatches beforehand.

In other news, later today I'm leaving for LA and the WOTF workshop. Got my gown for the ceremony all in order (after two trips to the tailors...long story) but I've yet to pack. I haven't written a speech, either, although I haven't got much to say beyond a list of thank-yous the length of my arm.

Also, yesterday seemed to be birthday central. Mike and I went to his grandmother's 97th birthday party last night, but also, my nephew Peter turned 6 (Happy Birthday, Petey!!) and my friend Bill Shunn celebrated his 40th. Many more to everyone.

I'll keep you all update from LA--well, Pasadena, really, but whatever...