Well, in a turn of events I had contemplated for only the briefest of six weeks, I proposed to my girlfriend, now fiancée, Jane, who did me the courtesy of saying yes. And, as I magnanimously enthused in welcoming her to my life of madness, backwards hours and general technical geekiness, we both smiled inanely and were caught by a sudden urge to jump up and down on the double bed (which the hotel had so lovingly installed in our room by pushing one single up against the other). Bliss.