cyrano | I almost forgot

Okay, somebody out there remind me--what am I supposed to be doing Sunday morning? *Am* I supposed to be doing something Sunday morning?

Hopping on one foot while touching a finger to your nose and singing "I am the very model of a modern major general," perhaps?

Well, yes, but what *ELSE*?
Do try and keep up with me here.

I could use a general solution to a fourth order quadratic.

So your suggestion is that I block some time Sunday morning to bother the maths department at Stanford and ask them to send somebody over?

Of course not. That would be foolish and inconsiderate.

I was hoping you would resolve it yourself.

Oh! I meant to ask--which email do you want me to send my travel plans to?

ossian@peak.org

I know of nothing Sunday morning, but Sunday afternoon is

katchoo_too's Bridal shower.

*Next* Sunday is aelf's brunch thingee.

I've got the bridal shower, and dinner with Katie. And next Sunday is also the San Mateo library book sale, because I Don't. Have. Enough. Books.

Not with me. I'm concentrating on being dead that day.

For tax purposes?

For exhaustion purposes.

Sunday morning is the local antique fair... but you certainly aren't local.

I'm no help at all. :)

Yeah, but you're so cute doing it that I can't stay mad. (: