My bags are, once again, packed to go; my 3:30am alarm has successfully pulled me from warm bed to cold reality. The cats circle like dismayed, fuzzy sharks, demanding to know what I think I'm doing. Surely I can't be thinking of leaving. Why, they would be horribly offended if I were to do something as senseless as that. And they have lots of claws, both individually and as a cumulative entity. LOTS OF CLAWS.
But I am going, because going is part of my job. Going is what enables coming back.
For the next four days, I will be at Conclave, located in scenic Romulus, Michigan. I will enjoy panels. I will sing songs. I will have a wonderful time, and yes, I will hope to see you there. All that stands between me and Michigan is a plane ride. All that stands between me and home (and the ocean of claws) is Michigan.
Here I go again.
October 6 2011, 11:37:54 UTC 5 years ago
I'd love to listen to you sing, and dance with you, and go for tent-bringing walks with you, as we've talked about before. And, I'm so happy that you're happy for me, dear S. Thank you.
The icon is of me walking along the Baltic shore, in summer. I hope you'll be able to join me someday. And, I want to hike across the North American continent...
October 11 2011, 20:49:20 UTC 5 years ago
Also, if you're ever here, we should make that happen. For I want to do that, too, but worry about trying to do it alone.
October 12 2011, 08:59:07 UTC 5 years ago
YES. Oh, I'd never do it alone. I'm not that much of a daredevil. *points to icon*