I'm punting on going to Wilderstead this afternoon. Deanne wants to stay home and watch Hera, who got sick last night. None of my friends whom I nudged about getting together are apparently available (only one replied, and that was a No). And I'm pooped from the last two weeks of busy-busy. So, it looks like I'll be staying home and watching The Next Iron Chef tonight, and try to get over to Wilderstead one day this week, just to wander the woods.