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Or, how I spent my Labor Day weekend (and then some).
My First Con.
NASFIC was interesting. Sort of a cross between a library conference and a pagan festival. More writing panels than I had expected, for some reason, which was lovely. Some -- rather unusual music. And much conviviality. It's always pleasant to put faces to Bujold listee names. I spent some time with Jim, and Tony, and Jerrie (who talked me into going in the first place, and showed me the ropes) and Marty (Jerrie's husband), and oh, at least two or three others by running into them in the halls or at lunch on Saturday. Plus all the usual local suspects. Much more socialization than I'm used to (g). Which was why commuting to the con turned out to be a better idea than I thought it would be. Going home to cats who didn't expect me to hold up my end of a conversation was kind of nice. A good balance, all in all.
I'm about halfway through quilting the Bears in the Woods quilt. I took a break to cross-stitch a little instead, because my shoulder has decided to, er, shrug off the anti-inflammatories. I can still move it, but it hurts pretty much all the time now. I was supposed to go to the doctor again this morning to discuss the MRI, which shows that I have calcific tendonitis (as opposed to a torn rotator cuff), but he had an emergency and I got rescheduled for Thursday after sitting in his office for almost an hour (sigh).
And Charley has been the big loser in all this. Sensory overload from the con plus the shoulder plus a minor case of what I have heard referred to as con crud brought things to something of a grinding halt. I have decided that I should go ahead and revise the almost 200 pages I've written since the last bout of revising of the stuff I wrote before that and by the time I get through maybe the internal editor will be nicely worn out and will let Charley talk again. One can only hope.
My First Con.
NASFIC was interesting. Sort of a cross between a library conference and a pagan festival. More writing panels than I had expected, for some reason, which was lovely. Some -- rather unusual music. And much conviviality. It's always pleasant to put faces to Bujold listee names. I spent some time with Jim, and Tony, and Jerrie (who talked me into going in the first place, and showed me the ropes) and Marty (Jerrie's husband), and oh, at least two or three others by running into them in the halls or at lunch on Saturday. Plus all the usual local suspects. Much more socialization than I'm used to (g). Which was why commuting to the con turned out to be a better idea than I thought it would be. Going home to cats who didn't expect me to hold up my end of a conversation was kind of nice. A good balance, all in all.
I'm about halfway through quilting the Bears in the Woods quilt. I took a break to cross-stitch a little instead, because my shoulder has decided to, er, shrug off the anti-inflammatories. I can still move it, but it hurts pretty much all the time now. I was supposed to go to the doctor again this morning to discuss the MRI, which shows that I have calcific tendonitis (as opposed to a torn rotator cuff), but he had an emergency and I got rescheduled for Thursday after sitting in his office for almost an hour (sigh).
And Charley has been the big loser in all this. Sensory overload from the con plus the shoulder plus a minor case of what I have heard referred to as con crud brought things to something of a grinding halt. I have decided that I should go ahead and revise the almost 200 pages I've written since the last bout of revising of the stuff I wrote before that and by the time I get through maybe the internal editor will be nicely worn out and will let Charley talk again. One can only hope.
