I'm sitting here in my hotel room at a large hotel on the Strip in Vegas. Whenever I take a moment to consider it, the oddities of Las Vegas gambling institutions make me chuckle. But here I am, taking part in it. My good-sized room has nice furnishings, a limited view of the Strip from the twenty-first floor, and high-speed Internet. Price? Nothing. All comped.

Conveniently, I've done my part to make the system work. I've already lost a sufficient amount to pay for the room. However, I think I've earned enough credits to pay for my buffet dinner and the high-speed Internet.

The memorial service is tomorrow afternoon in Boulder City. They're expecting 200 motorcyclists to show up, plus a smattering of those of us in cars. Gleno has touched many, many people.

In the meantime, today I was supposed to keep my nose to the grindstone. I need to finish my Legal Ethics reading, most of which I did on the plane. After that, I'd like to get my Cyberspace Law reading done. I had hoped to spend today on Westlaw, however. I'm doing my upper-division writing requirement this summersemester [wishful thinking --ed], and after our first meeting with my professor, we changed topics. She handed me an article of hers related to the new topic we decided on, and I've got a bunch of reading about a bunch of law I haven't really looked into at all. That's not bad. It's just work that had to be done.

But it's not work that got done today. It turned out to be harder to get stuff done here than I expected.