Stephanie meant what I heard.
And ditto on the weird no-time of the poetry swap. I usually depart for Del's place around 10 a.m. telling Robin, "Oh, I'm sure I'll be back by 2 or 3." By the time I hit the road, many bread products and much cat hair later, it's pitch black along the nowhere to which 280 goes and the radio's putting me to sleep. No sunburn, though.