I slept for 13.5 hours, and the only reason I got up was I wasn’t *certain* I had the stamina to stay asleep until tomorrow morning. I have been up five hours now, and I’m exhausted enough to go back to bed. The only reason I managed to get dressed at all was because it was lovely enough out that I thought I should walk the dog, and even so, ‘got dressed’ is rather loose in its definition. I don’t normally go outside in floppy pants and a sweatshirt. :)…
-laugh-
I got back to my email (just now: I got home about 40 minutes ago, gawd) to not one, but two notifications that I’d made Ansible‘s Neat Tricks Department: * _Neat Tricks Dept._ `I tilted my face up, eyes closed against the stinging drops, and watched the garden flash bright with the crack of lightning.’ (C.E. Murphy, _Thunderbird Falls_, 2006) [MKK] *blushes and laughs* As said, eternal flame fame is mine! I also got email from J.G. Jones, to whom I gave a copy of URBAN SHAMAN. The subject line…
glork.
Definitely sick, although I’ve got nothing on poor Jim Minz, who arrived at the Saturday awards ceremony long enough to prop himself up and look wasted and consumptive in his very nice suit and clap in a way that suggested he was trying not to expend all his energy on any one round of applause. Apparently he got a flu shot last Monday, and it worked. Poor man. Anyway, I’m only sick enough to be vaguely annoyed by it, and very tired. I ate dinner and went to bed last…
well!
Well! Guess where *I* am! I’m in *Atlanta*. Until 6:45pm tomorrow evening. -crossed eyes- The plane was 2 hours late leaving Austin. In fact, the plane didn’t even arrive in Austin until 90 minutes after it was supposed to leave. By the time we got to Atlanta, although we’d been assured we’d make our connections, it appears they’d given seats to the overbooked people on the flight, so those of us who arrived late were screwed. I’m now staying in an armpit of a Holiday Inn, compliments of Delta Airlines,…
ow.
I can’t tell if I’ve got con crud or if I’m just so tired I hurt all over. :) Yesterday was fun, if lower-key than the rest of the weekend had been. Everybody was staggering around in a zombie-like fashion, most of us having been up far too late Saturday (and some of us far too late for many more days than that). I had lunch with Tambo and some of the Luna writers, and in the afternoon met up with one of my NNWM mentees, which was a lot…