Just hanging out

I learned many years ago that there's no point in trying to fly home from Darkovercon on Sunday night because I'll just end up getting stuck in some airport somewhere all night, and a hotel bed is much comfier. Besides which, it gives me a chance to enjoy a leisurely post-con dinner with JG and associates (which usually includes the GoH so I get to do any left-over fan-geeking that I haven't gotten out of my system previously ... ok, ok, so I don't really fan-geek, so sue me). The Monday plane schedules can be a bit odd, though. Some years I can catch something that only requires me to get up promptly to catch a shuttle; some years I get a mid-day flight that leaves the transport options wide open. This time I had my choice between a really outrageous hour of the morning and something around 5pm. I went for the latter, but that means I'll have a lot of time to kill tomorrow without having a very good way to kill it. (Trying to do a few hours of sightseeing or anything else similar while dragging a roll-away suitcase just doesn't cut it.) But it does mean I have plenty of time to take the light rail to the airport rather than springing for the shuttle van.

I mentioned a couple weeks ago that I'd started up a habit of writing a little every day. I've been carrying around a notepad all weekend and scribbling at any moment when my attention isn't otherwise engaged and I've just about manoevered that surfboard right into the sweet spot of the curl. ( Wherein I describe my writing process with several additional metaphors. )