This was a pleasant party at the Locus HQ, which is a house in the hills. I remembered from my previous visit that visitors are asked to remove their shoes, and since it's not good for me to go barefoot for long periods of time when I'm on my feet (doctors' orders due to my heel spurs), I remembered to bring my house slippers (with arch supports). I enjoyed the food and drink on offer and of course the pleasant company of SF fans and pros, including David Clark, dinogrl, and dave_gallaher. I brought as a gift a bottle of wine on behalf of Cheryl, who of course couldn't be here but would have been welcome if she could have attended.
As I was leaving the party, one of the other people leaving pointed out a deer that was wandering across the road. Perhaps it had been attracted by the Christmas-decoration reindeer on one of the houses along the narrow street. "Deer are okay," I said, "It's mountain lions that worry me, and they follow deer." By the time I'd reached my van, the deer had vanished down the hillside into the foggy darkness. I gingerly put my van into low range and eased my way down the