Home again, home again. A long weekend of sitting in a chair around a table, trying not to eat too much of the food they kept shoving at us (seriously, Hello Dolly squares left out for the taking all afternoon? that's just cruel), and using the excuse that I'm working to avoid doing my normal work.
Actually, I knit all weekend (yes, even during the meetings), and the proof is over at Toxophily. Tomorrow, if I can find time amidst the film series and the TV blogging, I'll report on the pickings at the semi-annual Rhea Lana sale and the semi-annual joys of buying used clothing.