And the world spins out of sync…

Yes, I’m finally coming out of the slave mines, and like a minor Rip van Winkle have found myself out of sync with the world, and disoriented. Batch-mates (the girls + the PSC scholars) are ahead of me by two years. Direct juniors are my seniors by a year. Even those going to college this year will be scattered across the globe. Where is everyone? Where am I??

I’ll ‘fess up. I’m both excited, and terrified.