Propping up a dodgy memory

As I left Sector 7 to go for a walk this afternoon (I went for a walk!), I saw an interesting cloud and thought someone must be enjoying some rain.

( Clouds or nuclear devastation. One of those. Plus bonus surprise rant about fire warnings. )

I hope (or perhaps more accurately fear) to go to the ACS professional development session tomorrow night, for the subject is networking, with the threat of practical exercises. That would be *talking* to people, presumably at some point about me. Which (lj evidence in the thousands of words to the contrary) I dislike intensely.

( On professional networking, and fears and doubts thereof )