This morning I woke to a violent and blustery gale that swept past my cabin, harassing the pine trees and accosting my windows. In a reciprocating gale of domesticity, I swept the floor, harassed the dead bugs, and accosted the counters with a wet sponge. I packed my things into bags and prepared to vacate the premises for a few days, while Australian Tai Chi master Dr. Paul Lam temporarily makes my hovel his home. He's leading a seminar at Caldera this weekend for 26 of his one million disciples. If they count me as number 27, then I guess that makes me one in a million and one.