Loosely organized tales of Burning Man aplenty on the drive home from the airport, sounds pretty fun, still not my thing. The postcard I sent didn't get delivered, probably due to camp relocation to larger spot, hope someone enjoyed it.

Peretz is squealing pitifully, it's died down a bit, but we've been back for almost 30 minutes. T met biologist also named Peretz at festival, do I smell a collaborative bioethics project simmering?

Mold smell now greatly diminished, is that light at the end of the tunnel?

(sound of distant lonesome whistle, approaching)