Still recovering from Fray Day 4. A wonderful evening all around—good stories, tasty bite-size food, haze-inducing beverages, and lots of interactive art thingies to play with. And I have a story already for next year, about the evil noises my car started making on the way up, and how Heather saved the day with her handy Swiss Army knife. I even got up on stage and talked for a while (no small feat, to those who knew me when…).

And people came out of our Closet! Not as many as I had hoped, perhaps, but they did. I'll have photos and such up shortly.

The car, however, did not have as wonderful a time as I did. It's sitting now at the mechanic's after I picked it up from the CalTrain station this afternoon. I consider it a small miracle that we made it to SF last night at all, and an even bigger one that I got it back down to San Jose. So now I'll wait for the fateful phone call…this may be it for my and my little beater. If the damage is too high I'll probably end up getting a new car rather than putting money into the old one. {sigh}