I've just returned from a 8,000+ attendee convention in Seattle. Pat and I (she went to museums and shops and things, I went to meetings and exhibits) returned to a newly carpeted basement room (blue with a faint hint of rose). This coming week the bookcases arrive, as do the books we've had in storage. We'll be moving furniture into the basement room this weekend.

We'll find quiet here. The hurly-burly is done, at least until our two friends arrive from the East next Saturday.

It's snowing right now. I want to build a fire (there's a fireplace), put out a comfortable chair, read a good book while sipping a good brandy, and watch the yard fill up with snow.

Maybe I'll do that this evening, and try to find the small, still center point of the hub.