Contagio Triumphant

For those of you who don't live close enough to have heard the coughing and that sort of gurgly noise when I blow my nose, I've been sick. I am mostly better now. Apparently I tied a brand to my tail and then sent myself racing through the green fields of metaphoric corn of driving myself relentlessly through hours of preparing for AmberCon, and I reaped the flaming harvest of not going to fucking AmberCon. Which was heartbreaking, because one of the reasons I worked so hard at this was because I had lots of cool things on my schedule. The Weird West game. The Aurors game. The weird backwater frontier Amber game. The second Familiars game. And that wacky Supreme Court eighties teen movie.

And there were also a lot of people there who I miss and don't see that often. And they were all asking about me! Crying out for me, wanting to know what they would do without me there. With which I can, of course, totally sympathise.

And after a frustrating phlegmalicious weekend, I felt sufficiently recovered to venture into Livonia (is that just a sloppy spelling of Lavinia?) to participate in the traditional Big Sunday Dinner which is a big social event but this year was much quieter. (Thank the merciful quarks. I was exhausted by the time I left.)

And I got to see people. And they were glad to see me (which I was totally not worried about). And they told me about the games I'd missed. Which was super awesome. And they said "Why were you not here! Everything went to hell!" Which was even better. And then they plotted with me about what needed to be done next year.

So thank you, guys, for a wonderful, if slightly abbreviated, weekend. Can't wait to do it again.

And Also

I made contact with somebody I haven't spoken with in far too long. We go way back, like Rich Dansky levels of way back, from when I was living in Oregon. And she has a blog where she writes things. Like I used to do. Now I've let myself slip into Facebook mode, where I repost a graphic from somebody else, or I slam out a one or two line bon mot. And I miss writing, but I'm not going to guarantee that I'm going to pick up the quill any time soon. Because I've promised myself rather a lot already.