Tonight as I stood at Rush and Delaware streets, the full moon appeared from behind a gauze of black clouds. Perfect and beautiful.

I expect a lot from people and I expect a lot from myself. This is generally viewed as a positive trait for an editor type like me. "I'm a perfectionist," I say, and I get jobs that way.

But when am I expecting too much?

And tonight, I caught myself giving a lecture to Athena about the importance of getting the conference reg piece done by next week. Knowing it probably isn't going to happen. And then all sorts of nightmare scenarios if it doesn't happen on schedule flashed through my head. But in reality, if it's a week later, it will be OK. We'll manage.

If I can give other people a break, maybe eventually I can give myself a break too. When I need it.

Mondo '77. If this log had a theme song, this would be it.