My bus driver is an expert on military history. Yesterday, he treated me to a half-hour long dissection of the military movements of Muslim armies during the Crusades.

People are mystifying and delightful, and they continue to show me precisely how little I know about absolutely everything.

In other news, old writing partners blinking their way into the light, new writing partners just rounding the bend! Do I dare to join together the oil and the water? Current arrogance level is in in the mid-seventies, not high enough to be capable of assuring myself that so long as I am involved, all things will turn out spiffingly. Thus do I muse most musingly!