But mostly I'm tired.
This is how old I am:
Last year or the year before someone passed around a link on the knittyboard in which you could discover the cover of Time magazine from the week you were born.
Seems I still have a copy of this.
I'm going home. Flew back, got to catch up with followup from meetings I missed, and stayed for a show. Mercifully, it was only an hour. Have to be back on Saturday morning.