Later

Just walked into my office, thinking I had a 9:30 deposition up the road in Marianna, and realized it's at nine--my ex-legal assistant put the wrong time on the calendar. Perfect.

I'll write here in the afternoon, or maybe tomorrow morning--I have four or five conference calls after the depo with folks who apparently can't bear the thought of going four or five days without talking to me. Blessed? Not exactly. I'd rather be in Corning with P.

Oh, 127/83 and 190.4. Good news and bad news, eh?