I don't have anything really to write about today, but I do have ten minutes to kill (while it's killing me back). I want to eat at five, and it's only ten till. I could hang out near the food, but Karen's getting stimulated by talk radio, and one of the reasons I take Zoloft is to not be so worked up about up to the minute minutia.
Do you remember me saying I saw a bear last year in Kincaid? According to the Arctic Bike Club, on Sunday a bear charged three bikers there, near where I saw it last year. I feel sort of vindicated, although it was apparently a black bear, not Shardik.