It's not a work day. It snowed again last night, and yes the snow still looks quite pretty on the trees but I want it to be done done done. Fine, March came in like a lion, now I'm ready for it to go out like a lamb. Starting now. I'm feeling a bit snow-bound -- not in my house, but in this entire city...or maybe state. Utah bewilders me. There were babies (plural) in almost every single panel I went to yesterday. There were babies in every hallway of the student union building at Brigham Young. I suppose this was to be expected, but it still weirded me out. Never mind that all the mothers looked younger than my youngest sister (and undoubtedly were). I wanted to hug their tired bodies and tell them that it was okay -- they could put the babies in stasis for five years and learn how to be grown-ups for a bit first, before they had to go back to being responsible parents. (Heh. I wonder what it would do to the world if we did have cheap and easy stasis technology. Someone should write that story). I think I'm suffering culture shock.