For the first time since we decided to leave Pixar, someone didn't question our sanity. (It's not really the first, but it's been awhile.)  I met Seth's manager today. Her name is Jennifer. She graduated in Poli Sci, like me.  She and her honey are contemplating a fourth child. She looked awfully happy holding Sam. She brought up the BIG move and expressed her understanding and support.  She didn' t say "I understand and support you."  We had a legitimate conversation, and shared sentiment. I wish I lived by her.  I think we would be great friends.  I drove away from Pixar, probably for the last time.  I hold back the tears, because it is already raining and hard to see.  For some reason, it hurts a bit.  

The entrance, from the inside.  It's been a pleasure.