Neptune, California [Thursday, Afternoon]
Three days to get over her post-Comic Con jetlag. That one you always managed to pick up just from her comparatively short drive to San Diego and a few packed days without much sleep. Three days.
And it was on the third day that Mac's throat started to sting. By today, it had morphed into what she imagined to be a fully fledged cold, and she was feeling nasty. The timing was at least... better than it could be. The summer vacation at least let her have no work needed doing, and no people expecting anything. So she was free to feel sorry for herself, and be as lazy as she wanted, stretched on the couch with her laptop, a movie on in the background and a growing pile of tissues.
Fortunately, she had only to look over at her still not fully unpacked bags of free swag to remind herself this was worth it.
It was so definitely worth it.
[[Can be open, should anyone want to draw her out of of her pillow fort with a phone-call or email.]]
And it was on the third day that Mac's throat started to sting. By today, it had morphed into what she imagined to be a fully fledged cold, and she was feeling nasty. The timing was at least... better than it could be. The summer vacation at least let her have no work needed doing, and no people expecting anything. So she was free to feel sorry for herself, and be as lazy as she wanted, stretched on the couch with her laptop, a movie on in the background and a growing pile of tissues.
Fortunately, she had only to look over at her still not fully unpacked bags of free swag to remind herself this was worth it.
It was so definitely worth it.
[[Can be open, should anyone want to draw her out of of her pillow fort with a phone-call or email.]]