And Onward
29/9/14 09:13Convolution, for a small, brand-new con, was fun, with some thoughtful and interesting panels (including the one I did with Juliette Wade and Marie Brennan on Social Worldbuilding, which wandered all over the landscape of the topic but was both fun and useful). The SFO Hyatt was designed, I believe, by M.C. Escher: handsome in that "let's use marble, marble looks expensive" way, but with more escalators and elevators and You Can't Get There From Here layouts than one would expect. Good food (though expensive--the Sunday brunch, that profit center of high-end chain hotels, was $46 per adult. I did not partake).
And today is a mixed bag of proof-reading a book for BVC, working on my resume, trying to get in some exercise (I have been better than not of late...but I also can't find my Fit, and so cannot tell if I made 10,000 steps yesterday). And tomorrow, back to LA. Lather, rinse, repeat.
And Becca, having decided she's too homesick not to take advantage of Fall Break, is doing a road-trip home from college in two weeks: three days driving, two days here, three days driving back. So I'm cleaning her room (I had promised to do it) and have unearthed a few dollars of coins, her driver's license--she got a duplicate when she couldn't find it before she went off to Florida), several glasses, a couple of spoons, and more dog hair than one would think a single short-haired dog could be responsible for. I'm kind of looking forward to squishing her a little, but I was also kind of expecting more time to tidy up up there.
Ahh, well.
And today is a mixed bag of proof-reading a book for BVC, working on my resume, trying to get in some exercise (I have been better than not of late...but I also can't find my Fit, and so cannot tell if I made 10,000 steps yesterday). And tomorrow, back to LA. Lather, rinse, repeat.
And Becca, having decided she's too homesick not to take advantage of Fall Break, is doing a road-trip home from college in two weeks: three days driving, two days here, three days driving back. So I'm cleaning her room (I had promised to do it) and have unearthed a few dollars of coins, her driver's license--she got a duplicate when she couldn't find it before she went off to Florida), several glasses, a couple of spoons, and more dog hair than one would think a single short-haired dog could be responsible for. I'm kind of looking forward to squishing her a little, but I was also kind of expecting more time to tidy up up there.
Ahh, well.