14/3/16

madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (citibit)
The atrium of the Walnut Creek Marriott is (as any good atrium should be) large and open, and has a slanted skylight. And if one looked up at any time during FogCon this weekend one saw torrents of water sheeting down.

So I stayed inside, ate hotel food, drank some okay wine (except when [livejournal.com profile] suricattus opened the bottles she had brought down to share, when it was damned good), had a really fun reading and three good panels, and actually got some work done in the interstices (deadline for the outline of my third/last Whitehall episode was yesterday, and I pushed the button shortly after I got home). And I had excellent conversations with a variety of people I don't see as often as I might like, including the opportunity to complain about the fact that Words With Friends doesn't allow "ur" (as in original, not the internet contraction of You Are).

And I made chocolate-peanut butter-shortbread tart for today, because Pi Day.

And today the sky is attempting blue. I hope it hasn't forgotten how.