Here I am, on summer vacation, 12:39 a.m. on a Monday night, and I find myself working on a math workshop that I am doing next week. I don’t need to be doing this now, but I got lost in it. I started digging up some good problems to use, watching clips, reading articles, and actually solving some math problems (the most fun). The minutes turned into hours, and frankly, if common sense wasn’t sending me to bed shortly, I’d happily do this all night. I was concerned at one point that I didn’t have hobbies like many of my friends, no real interests or passions. It has occurred to me recently that math is my hobby. I am always happy to do it, learn about it, read about it, talk about it, promote it (shamelessly at times), just bask in it. So, I’m off to bed, but only because I want to get up in the morning and start at it again. It is true love.