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Oh, it's October already. Uh, I went to San Francisco, I am living and dying with the Cubs (playoffs, baby!), Rick put in his 2 weeks at work (although he may not quit), and I'm kind of not looking forward to the winter. Things are going OK, I guess. It looks as if work may get appreciably better quite soon, although who knows what will happen in that den of liars. I have a developing need to smack a fastball really hard. Totally discombobulated.