If so, then who? Torchies are obvious—I've a commitment to them, and if I'm going to carry the flame I'd like to be an organiser. I can't drum, I'm not exactly acrobatic, and the elemental points aren't my cup of molten lava-grade coffee (see Stew be tactful). On the other hand, organising takes up a fair whack of time and I've got a nasty case of meeting-boredom that no amount of Palm-ported Larn can cure.
Eh. We'll see. I think it's mainly the Deadline Blues, where I can see one approaching but don't know how high it's going to be when it crests the top of my head, and so any time-sink is Trouble. I'll head along to the meeting and lay claim to the black tabards (if nobody else is better-suited to the role, obviously) and feel a whole lot better.
Some more thinking on Beltane-esque events tomorrow, I think. For now, save-file-and-sleep.