Shhh...

Dispatches from the front, avid friends. I'm writing from a darkened room. The only light is the soft yellow bleed of a hallway table lamp and the phosphorescent glow of mnemosyne's LCD. The room is dark. In front of me two men work in a desperate and feverish silence to install Ubuntu on a tablet PC. To my right, a ToughBook. To my left, another. I, my intrepid reader, am hiding under a coffeetable as I transcribe these events for you. As long as I am here, my cranium is protected from the possibility of concussions delivered by my closest and dearest freshman year lab partner.

I almost choked out Rodin earlier tonight. At least, that's how I'll tell it to my children when I recall these halcyon days. We also made (a most excellent) pie. In the morning, there may be swimming in 60 degree waters. There might be kayaking. Welcome to the Lake.