I am all sad.
I know I went to the launch party for Catherynne M. Valente's (
yuki_onna's The Habitation of the Blessed.. (In fact I went there twice since the first time the books weren't there. and also because the party had this remarkable nonalcoholic punch which I need the recipe for.) I know I got a copy from
justbeast and had it in my hot little hands. I know I showed it to people. I know I said something about the cover (although to be fair I don't know what.) I know that I put it in my little backpack on the wheelchair and that we closed the little backpack up and it was there when I left the party.
And I don't know where it is now.
Sniffle.
I can easily get another copy, of course (and will, since her work makes for excellent bathtub reading) but it won't be that copy, the one I actually got at the launch party. Sniffle. (This also means that I can't exactly review or blurb it right now, but I can at least
link to Amazon to ensure that the author never, ever ends up back working at Starbucks and ruining coffee for the rest of us.)
The other books - including the peace-offerings for unable to attend the con folks - are all still here. I think. (Many many books came my way and to be truthful I didn't track all of them.)
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Meanwhile, other reports tell me that the house is in chaos and I suspect completely free of any internet entanglements. Also apparently people are very mad at one of the cats, which isn't entirely fair since these were the same people that were interrupting her carefully planned nap schedules and scaring her to death and she's too beautiful to be treated in this fashion.
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Ancillary matters:
Since a lot of people asked, no, I will not be doing NaNoWriMo this year. I probably should, but I have unpacking and lot of other stuff early this month and a non-novel project due mid month, so, this isn't the best month, however much the novels may be screaming.
I voted last week, but, yeah. Vote. You can
watch this first for inspiration.