In honor of D's arrival, I give you here (reported verbatim) a conversation I had with him a week or two ago:

Sycorax: "I've been thinking a lot about you lately."

D: "I've been working a lot lately."

Sycorax: "I see how it is: you've been spending all your time thinking about your true love, Poor Man's Process."

D: "Yeah. I have to say, in the scheme of things I love, there's you at the top, slightly under bread, then all the way down to Poor Man's Process at the bottom, just under having a needle stuck in my eyeball."

[Pause, while I contemplate that he encounters all of those things with fair frequency, except, well, me. Lucky man, to get to be with the things he loves.]

D: "You would have ranked higher, but I mean, seriously: it's bread."