This'll be a short one; hopefully I'll have a chance to write more tomorrow/today (it's 1:15 am). Steve just got back to the hotel from cleaning our house. He is absolutely exhausted, understandably. Come to think of it, so am I, but it seems pretty unfair for me to complain when he spent the last five hours cleaning, and I spent them hanging out with Monaca and then watching David Letterman, Conan, and part of Dr. Phil (hey--the pickins were slim, okay?!).