We have arrived there.
Whazzat? Why are we at the Hilton?
Norwescon is this weekend. Shannon & I are enjoying the festivities with the company of Thingmaker and Dr. Dorothy, with the express intention of being present for Alec’s, uhm, public relations splash. Which I will, undoubtedly, go into at a later time.
I have no doubt that all of you will think that I am making it up, when I do go into it. Life is like that sometimes.
Last night, just before we left home, we were visited by the Ex. This was more than compensated for by her date, Malachi, the First Grandkid. We had a nice little visit, then shot out the door into the 400 miles of darkness between home and here. I’m good with the distance; I was more than ready to run away from home for a while.
I’ll go into that later, too. But first, sleep would be a good thing.
Littlelibby: I shall text you later today with schedules and things, when I know them.