On Monday, I recieved notification that (if I'm reading this right) says I was just now selected as one of the winners in a contest that ended in October of last year.

This morning, the drugstore called to inform me that they haven't destroyed my film after all, and that if I'd like the pictures I took in June of 2000, I can pick them up at any time. This is either the roll I used up tresspassing in the ruins of an abandoned bullfighting stadium in Uruguay, or a new set of pictures using the spiffy 3D Camera. Either way, it'll be nice to finally get those.

The fates are clearly conspiring, but it took me a minute to read the message this time: There's an old teacher and business associate I ran into at the conference last week, and I am apparently meant to put aside my reservations and call him.

...but not until Friday. Can't ignore the interval.