What went before: So, a low-key day. I did some This, some That, read, put the finished sampler into the embroidery book, ironed some con clothes. I’m still trying to decide if I’ll wear black-and-grey, or black-and-maroon for Opening Ceremonies, a decision I can put off for a few days yet, as both outfits will be coming with me.
For those who are coming to BaltiCon — I have Interesting News. We have a possible location for the Stuffed Animal Tea, but! We don’t have a time or day. So, at this point, it’s kind of a Heisenberg Tea. More news will be forthcoming, possibly on Wednesday. As soon as I know something firm (bearing in mind that I will be spending a large amount of Wednesday and Thursday driving), I’ll let y’all know.
We’re getting up toward ASL time, and I still need to close the windows.
Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
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Friday. Dim and damp.
Letters dispatched. Finished reading The Mysterious Marquess, and have pulled The Elusive Earl up for tonight’s reading, unless it turns out to be a Dr. Who night. Zoom call upcoming, and a couple other such things as people are suddenly realizing that I’m going to be away. Laundry needs to be sorted, laptop charged and systems brought up to date
I have more this ‘n that to do, including puzzling out some bits for the book after the current WIP, which may not be Jethri after all, if I’m gonna do mumblemumble with the current WIP, which I think may be Forced, given that I need to at least produce a soft landing, if not a Hard Wrap Up, and there are only three books remaining under contract (Current WIP, WIP After, Jethri Big Finish). And now you know why writers stare out of windows.
I’m slowly remembering the convention traditions — pins, con clothes, tote bag, pens, ribbons, badge jewelry… For those who are coming to the con, I will have with me some “I Met Steve Miller” ribbons, so that those present who had, in fact, met Steve Miller may acknowledge that connection.
The cats are being very snuggly and maybe even a little clingy, which I’m guessing the memo I sent out has hit. If the teleporter worked, I’d bring them with me, but the geezinfluke is still on backorder.
I think that’s most of what’s going on here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.
How’s everybody doing today?
Today’s blog post title courtesy of Mr. Bruce Springsteen, “4th of July, Asbury Park”
After breakfast cat census:
You know a teleporter would not be sufficient. Even if they could be moved so easily, they would be stuck in your hotel room: a Brand. New. Place. totally disrupting their routine(s). Or I guess you could say their routines will be disrupted either way, but at least they will be at home. (Or do you take them all to a kitty boarding place?)
I have a house sitter, so they’re in pretty good shape. Of course, to hear them tell it, she ignores them and doesn’t feed them or play with them — but that’s in the contract; they have to say it.
Turns out I committed to visiting my nephew in Oregon over Memorial Day, and when we made plans I had forgotten about Balticon. So I won’t make it this year, but I hope you have a great time at the con!
Have a good time in Oregon!