is covered wall-to-wall with a carefully-arranged layer of index cards. On the left edge is, was, the program I had sorted out before dinner. I came back in to take a look at it, carefully closing the door. My husband came in to ask a question, leaving the door open. Shortly thereafter, Sam the cat came flying through the air, skidding across the desk and sending cards flying every which way. I have finally, with the doors closed again, re-created something like the program I had earlier. This is another compelling argument for programming dances on the computer. Kalia Closing the door behind her