I am safely home from my peregrinations, having done my part to support the midwest's independent purveyors of books, music, food, and wine. I had lunch with my favorite former boss and dinner with two favorite former students. I watched
truepenny work on posting and sitting trot and met June the Barn Kitten. I made
truepenny and
mirrorthaw watch Castle and Sherlock. I read a lot. I saw awesome shows. All in all, a productive trip, I feel.
The cats were happy to see me when I got home; they all slept under the covers with me last night (sequentially, not simultaneously), and were snuggled close when I woke this morning.
And now I have to go dig out my driveway (my car is currently in the parking lot of the local bar because after eight hours of driving I reeeeally didn't feel like shoveling) and dig out my walkways so the postal delivery guy won't hate me anymore, and then I have to grade grade grade grade grade for the next few days. I am trying to be zen about this, but I have started fantasizing about cleaning the house, which is always a sign that my stress levels are higher than I'm allowing myself to consciously recognize.
Still: the end's in sight!
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