I'm in the back yard of someone else's B&B. There are upsides and downsides to being the corner charitable case.

After the nap and the dead battery at the park I made my way to the venue where volunteers were promised lunch. There was sticker placing and chair moving, badge-stuffing being a more delicate operation than I was willing to take responsibility for.

The Lunch was Clutch, however, as they had called in the Speakers for a Sound Check and I landed a lunch table with Kale, Pageau and Vervaeke. My chief contribution to the discussion being my confession that as of the last three years or so, whenever people tell me about their kids graduation age or older I'm tempted to ask if those children avoided getting tranzed. If the children are younger I avoid asking, as I suspect if they have one that isn't dodging the mind control euthanasia, it might be a sore subject.

Lucky lunch finished with an awkward meeting of Elizabeth Oldfield - where I have her two names. When she asked which to call me, I told her it depended on who was around.

Then the BBQ where near every arrival in the first wave was a Corner Cast Cameo. The first folks in line left us slackers in the back both chicken and burgerless, but it was great to get so much of the coming together handled before the event.

The long day meant for early weariness and followed the sun under the horizon.