We have endured what should be the last in-home personal confrontation without referees with Larry’s children. I feel as if I have laid something heavy down. Shannon and I are alternately possessed of high vigor and utter lack.
This has not been a charming several months for us. It ended well, with an optimistic sort of business that I’ll illuminate later.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry
Speaking of optimistic business, do you plan to attend AmberCon, and if so do you plan to stay on site? I’m considering the en suite room because I like having my own bath.
It is not possible at this point to know what I am doing even next week. On the plus side, there’s an ongoing game I want to be part of — and your noble self. On the minus, there’s the 20% pay cut Shannon has taken in the past three months, with more to come.
I suspect that we’ll be coming for part of ‘con but not the entirety. Ambercon was the beginning of our burn-out this year, but a partial ‘con shouldn’t be a problem…and time spent at Edgefield should be rejuvenating, so that’s all to the good.
I shall put this to Shannon and see where her notions land.
At this point, I’m considering getting the room I want, with two queens so that I can dish out the other one when my friends need crash space. (Of course, if you’re partial conning, the crash space may not be too important.)