Sometimes I am so confused by how small the world is. Who knows who, and how, and why? And why does your face look so familiar? Experienced lots of that this weekend, what with a huge crowd of us at the Hyatt and all. Mostly spent time with the young people, which I thoroughly appreciated. Those dear ones– they are dearer at their age now than we were at that age, I like to think. Time is slipping away from me. But at the same time, it has slowed. The hours are counted, the clock is watched.