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Last night I finished the copyedits for The Inexplicables, and kicked everything over to Liz - so now that book is, well, if not put to bed ... then it definitely has its teeth brushed and its jammies on. This frees me up to get back to work on other things. Or rather, it now removes my last excuse re: not working on other things that need working on.
Like Fiddlehead, which I still haven't started yet. Never mind the short projects I have in the queue, and the other things I'd love to start.
But today was an errand-running and cleanup day, which I gave myself permission to indulge without second-guessing, since I produced Tangible Work Results last night.
Therefore, I visited a new salon and made an appointment, and went to the home improvement store for an assortment of small odds and ends that had been piling up on my handy-dandy list. Then I came home and used some sticky reflective letters to label our recycling bin (you don't need a special bin, but you're supposed to designate whatever you use); I cleaned up a positively epic tangle of overgrown daisies in the back yard, for they had become utterly unmanageable; I pruned, trimmed, and watered/fed/insecticide-ed a rose bush/tree that's in bad need of TLC; babied our other roses and trimmed up the herb garden, which had also become epic in its fluffiness; used my brand new hose reel to manage 200 feet of garden hose which was previously strewn about behind the bushes; and hauled out some paint to do second-pass touch-ups to the iffy places indoors.
I'd halfway thought about trying to catch a matinee of Dark Shadows today, but now I'm too gross, tired, and sweaty to make the effort. And yes, I know. It's bound to be a terrible movie - but if you think that'll stop me, you probably haven't been reading my blog for very long.
The husband and I did catch The Avengers the other day, and we enjoyed it quite a lot. But other than that, we haven't much left the house on non-house-related errands.
(We aren't really reclusive hermity-types, I swear.)
In other news, it'll be suppertime here before terribly long - and merely typing that big fat paragraph up above has made me hungry. I'mma go make a sandwich. Then maybe I will play some video games or take a nap. Then tomorrow: it's back to writing work in full and proper force.
You just watch me.
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I had a perfectly splendid time, although I will say that I cannot 1) drink, 2) stay up late, 3) eat as much as I used to be able to. Also, having left my Claritin at home had a material effect on my clearheadedness. Still, I enjoyed all my panels (surprisingly, the Monday morning 10am panel on Children in Jeopardy in SF and F may have been the best, despite the hour and my feeling, before hand, that I had a very limited range of things to contribute. In fact, I talked my head off, the audience was engaged, my fellow panelists smart and equally talkative...I woke up, even!). And I got to see a midwestern thunderstorm! (People who don't live in San Francisco may not understand my passionate longing for thunderstorms...we don't get 'em much, and I love them.)
I bought a new pair of Laurie Edison earrings, because I so love Laurie's work. I got to read with Pat Murphy, Nisi Shawl, and Eileen Gunn (talk about your rarified company) and made people laugh. I bought a book or two, I talked with too many people to count, and on Sunday night after the Tiptree Awards and Guest of Honor speeches I stood around in the hallway on the party floor working on a free-form song spear-headed by Elise Mattheson and Ellen Klages that involved "doing wrong things with squid." (Sample verse: "You may think I'm a little bit odd, but I've got a thing for a cephalopod.")
All in all, an excellent weekend. This morning at breakfast a bunch of us more or less spontaneously broke into "We Are Wiscon!" to the tune of the current Farmers' Insurance jingle. I love my People.
Now sitting in the adorable Madison airport waiting for my flight to Chicago, and thence (we hope) home. Last time I came back from Wiscon I had stomach flu and my flights were cocked up, so I'm hoping that this time I get compensatory good flight luck. We'll see.
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