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 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*