Four more beers

There's a GSC general body meeting tonight, and you know what that means: scrambling to assemble all the various pieces that go into putting this particular show on the road every month. Particularly, getting all the VPs to write and send in the slides to go along with their reports, as well as any of the other agenda items that they're responsible for. Doesn't sound like much, but there are never enough hours on the day of a meeting.

What's unusual about this meeting for me, is it's the last one I'll chair: tonight we'll elect a new slate of officers, with someone else at their head, and they'll take over their responsibilities ASAP. People have asked me "are you sure you won't have another term as President... after all, you didn't go into the April meeting last year intending to walk out with this job..." Yes. Yes, you're right, and yes, I'm sure. I'm tired. I don't want the job, and someone else does, and I can't imagine the voters staging a coup and not electing someone as popular as Joe. And if they do, and demand that I keep the job? Sorry friends, but no. I love you all, but my hair's turning white and I've got a farm to get back to theorems to prove that I haven't even thought of yet.