Of lurking cats and busted bicycles.

I'm afraid that this isn't going to be a real post, after all. Things to do, places to see, people to meet, and not enough time to do all of that. As I'm frantically typing this snippet of a post, I'm glancing at the clock because I'm leaving for a weekend camp for international students in a bit more than an hour. And I have to go. Now. A real post will come soon.