Last week was spent hiking in Spain. Climbed the highest mountain on the mainland (3482m of Mulhacen) and various other lumps. Did not think about computers or mathematics once. Had fun.

However, I'm developing a serious hatred of travelling by air. It's a combination of the seemingly endless hanging around and the relentless patronization that gets me, I think.

In hacking news, helping to get Python 2.2.2 out the door.