I was going to write a quick late at night journal entry, about a long day at the World Fantasy Con (3 panels -- Punch and Judy (fun), Role Models in Children's Fiction (interesting) and Gods and Monsters (weird but interesting) and lots of food and friends) but then I got in and turned on the computer and learned that Charles Sheffield's died. We met 18 months ago at the International Conference on the Fantastic in the arts and liked each other much and talked poetry and english history and literature together and haven't seen each other since, and now we won't.