Ken just came by and told me he is surfed out. Me too. The interweb has no more to offer me. I went to Ebay and shopped (fruitlessly), I looked at the New York Times and realized I didn't care about anything. I called the woman in the UK that I work with on trains projects: hey, she's there, too, for the same reason I'm here, might as well actually talk instead of send a bunch of emails back and forth.
I'm starting to feel a little floaty. And now I'm going to cross stitch.