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Outta heah in 9 hours. Well, out of *here*, here being the office, in less than 6. Then off to France via (very briefly, not enough time to leave the airport) Iceland.

Too much to do until then, and the damn phone keeps ringing.

Oh well.

See y'all, at least electronically, in a week and a day.

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I pause to cram some mediocre food down my gullet here...

I associate flying with Federal Express. Not because Fed Ex uses planes, though that is of course the obvious connection. No, it seems that almost every time for the last 7 years that I've been about to leave for the airport, I have first had to race against time to finish editing materials for a new issue or to finish correcting proofs for an older one so I can get them Fed Ex'ed to our publishers before I go. It doesn't matter how much time we've been working on such a project, or how far in advance I know I'll be flying on such-and-such a date: invariably I'm rushing to finish up to the point that my boss often pays cab fare for me to the airport so I can leave the office a little later.

I don't know what or whom that is saying something about, but it says it.

Incidentally, I'm working today on BOTH a new issue and proofs for an old one.