The con this morning was a lot of fun. I did a panel with Maggie Furey and a couple of other people (Paul and Danielle, but I don’t remember their last names right now), and left the panel thinking, “Ted should be here soon! I’ll call him and see if he wants to have lunch!” Then Ted called and said he’d just been in a car wreck and thought he’d broken his arm and wouldn’t be coming into Dublin. It would be okay if this week was over now. So…
the astute…
The astute among you will notice that it is once more past midnight and I am once more up and posting. *snorts at self* The con doesn’t start til 10. Maybe I can sleep in a bit. :) I got to meet and hang out with Juliet McKenna and Charlie Stross, the latter of whom was accompanied by Feorag and Fluff Cthulu, whose mission in life is to eat people’s brains (a kindred spirit, Trip!), and say, “Shit,” in admiring disgust at the story of how Paul Cornell got to…
*splat*
Okay. Here’s how it’s all fallen out. Ted and I aren’t going to Seattle after all. Ted did get the days off–Tuesday through Friday next week–but had to work Saturday the 18th, which meant flying on Tuesday, being there Wednesday, and flying on Thursday so we’d be back Friday morning so he could get to work on Saturday. And all for the low low cost of a minimum of $1208 a ticket. So instead of horribly discombobulating ourselves for the sake of a single day in Seattle, we’re just going…
it’s morning already?
I woke up at about 6:20 this morning. Blee. (Hi, Michael!) I wanted to be up by 7 so I could call Ted and Jenn, and my brain was apparently worried about oversleeping. I’d set the alarm. Foolish brain. So I lay around for a while, then got up and did call Ted at 7, and he didn’t loathe me for not calling last night. I’d just gotten in too late. He sounded pretty cheerful, so that’s good. And I called Jenn, who was Very Awake; I didn’t even hear…
wretched wife :(
I am a completely wretched wife and forgot to call my husband this evening. I missed a call from him, too, ’cause the noise in the pub was too much for my cell phone. By the time I remembered, it was after 11 and too late to call somebody who’s been getting up at 6 to go to work. And the horrible dog has been acting out because she’s in a new house and she’s being left alone all day, which she’s totally unaccustomed to, so poor Ted, whether he’s…