In an hour or so Judy and I will be on the road to Austin for the ArmadilloCon, a dandy regional SF convention. I'll be on a few panels, we'll get to see some friends, and we'll have lunch with our son, so it should be a good weekend. Maybe I'll even find a few books in the dealers' room. The only thing that worries me is filling the car's tank with gasoline. It's going to cost close to fifty buck for a fill-up, and gas prices don't seem to be moderating in the least. I miss the Good Old Days.