Staving off the crud

Ten hours of solid sleep seems to have kept the beast at bay for the moment. If I can manage the same tonight, it might give me enough reserves to make it through a cross-country plane flight.

I promised myself into a little extra pre-convention running around. Running through some old e-mails (the "need to answer this sometime" file, which had run up to 300 messages -- most now obsolete) I ran across inquiries from Poison Pen Press (who merchant at Darkovercon every year) about my Medieval Welsh Clothing booklet. Mistakenly (as it happens) thinking I had some copies from the last time I'd run a printing for Alban for Pennsic, I shot off an e-mail saying I'd bring a bunch for them to deliver at the convention. Then I discovered that I'd misremembered about having any copies in stock. Ah well, not an enormous amount of work, but one more thing to keep track of. I really need to put some systematic work in on getting Harpy Publications back on its feet. (Along with all the other pending Major Projects.)

(later) Books picked up. All packed. Elder brother instructed on cat care. And several hours left before an early bedtime for a 7am flight.