I'm back in Ottawa for the weekend, after teaching all week at a military public affairs course in Cornwall. I can't remember when I was last so exhausted -- I have 26 students, which is at least 13 too many. Today I'm doing laundry, and tomorrow I will be busy preparing next week's lessons. No rest for the weary wicked.

I wish I were there, if only for Edmund's company -- Bill, Perdy and Lucy have had nothing to say but "MEOW"! which I freely translate as "Where the hell have you been?"

Sing one or six for me, please, and buy a drink for the next mandolin player you happen to meet.

Ch