The 4th Street synchronicity is already kicking in--or possibly it was the old jonsinger black magic. I ran into him at Midway when he came up to ask what my number in line was (not having recognized me with my head bent over a book), and we managed to sit next to each other on the plane, and I was able to offer him a ride to elisem's place in Scott's chariot. (Because I'm nice like that, and hey, I wasn't driving!)
Now I have to bake for the con. Because 4th Street! You wish you were here! Unless you are here, in which case you get baked goods if you are fast enough and nimble enough on your feet.
I'm using one of standuponit's recipes.