It's too early for five. You get two things.

[mrissa]

markgritter and I are about to decamp for five days in sunny Southern California, which, if you know how much I adore Minnesota in October and how little I think of sunny Southern California, will strike you as something which must come with a pretty powerful motivating force. And it does: my godfather Dave (the younger of my two godfathers and the one I talk about more) is getting married. Were it not early in the morning and were I not Scandosotan, this would come with a quantity of exclamation marks: he and Hsin-Yi have been together some time, she seems really good for him, and I am so glad to have her in the family. So consider the exclamation marks implied.

(markgritter is still not entirely well--that's since Labor Day, for those of you keeping score, and he developed a secondary respiratory infection that finally seems to have cleared up leaving only the first problem--and then there are my own health concerns--so this travel is not entirely un-fraught. Wish us luck.)

In other news, I seem to have sold "Entanglement" to Nature, so yay for quantum mechanical short-shorts. Again: exclamation marks promised for later in the day.