After so long, the doc said going to a con would be a good thing for me. Not allowed, at the last minute, to be permitted to be on panels, but very nice about the last whole think.

It was Albacon, of course. Very nice.

Or a letter to my Governor, or a sympathy card, and...

it's filk! And without any fantasy or science fiction attachment. I heard the church bells going, and thought,
"It's 9:00 on a Sunday, and the regular crowd shuffles in..."
and er, went on from there.

Anyway, at least it shows some brain work.