RDC and I have to settle down and make plans for our trip this summer. I'd rather fly by the seat of my pants (and I will be, in the car, on the seat of my pants) but the Pacific coast, however beautiful, is packed to the gunwhales with people.

I'm slipping into an introspective, thus self-loathing, period. Very ponderous and withdrawn. The on-line aspect of my journal might lie fallow for a spell as I think about things I don't want to publicize to the exclusion of my regular superficial pretensions.

LEB and Phil have swapped their Hilton Head timeshare for a condo in Vail this weekend and we'll spend the Fourth with them, hooray! I wonder what the fire danger is this year--if it's low enough to have fireworks I bet Vail can afford a magnificent display.

Wicked is nifty.

That's all for now.