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I very nearly clobbered a fox last night in a borrowed car. Fortunately the fox narrowly managed to get to the other side of the Clara Barton Parkway before I got there. Moved in a very pretty manner, but I'd have preferred to be able to appreciate it without the adrenaline rush.

I dealt with car stuff yesterday but still have more car stuff to do with regard to that ... I spent yesterday at anniemal's and am back there now (because that's where my car and cat spent the two weeks I was at Pennsic).

Today I had a performance that soaked up most of the day -- The Homespun Ceilidh Band had a wedding reception to play at. Long, exhausting, fun, appreciated ... I'm now extremely exhausted (and rather sweaty).

I haven't made it out to Bowie yet since coming home from Pennsic, which is frustrating because relatives from overseas have been at my Mom's house since about two days before I got back, and I had really wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. With any luck, I'll get there tomorrow. If my car makes it that far.

I started the first chunk of my Pennsic report (for LiveJournal) on my home machine a couple of days ago, but haven't gotten around to finishing it yet. Soon, soon ... I may telnet there from here to post it or I may just wait until I've got some time at home (probably while doing laundry).

I'm tired enough that I'm losing track of what I wanted to say that seemed important enough at the time to bother writing it here before crashing. So if I remember later, I guess I'll post it later.

Wow, I sure am getting a lot of copies of the latest email worm/virus. Enough to seriously choke my mailbox just based on sheer volume (it's not like it ever has a chance to execute, with the way I read my mail). Sixty four copies today -- I lost track of how many copies I had to delete yesterday and the day before in order to get my mail-downloading script to work. Interestingly several copies have come in the form of "mail rejected because it contains a virus" messages. Folks have systems to detect worms in incoming mail, but they don't bother to do rudimentary forged-header checking, so they're actually passing fresh copies to me. Huh.

Much to do. Exhausted. Busy. Whee. Crashing now. Or maybe after the episode of Monk we're in the middle of now.