There will DEFINITELY be Dark Fate in a few hours. I ended up having a night of debauch and insanity yesterday, having crashed Milehi con (yes, I know I could be invited for the asking, but I COMPLETELY forgot to fill in/answer the thingy, because of move, cat’s death, son’s move, member-of-family surgery. Or in fact, because I was trying to figure out why I couldn’t push the novel out by force.) So we didn’t have badges or panels,a nd I decided I wanted to go up to see L. Neil Smith receive the lifetime Prometheus. Yes, I have political and philosophical disagreements with him, but let’s face it I have them with everyone, including at times myself. My younger, male clone, son #2 and I are as close to political allies as it gets around here, and the arguments between us ONLY don’t blow the rafters because he clams up and glares. His fight has — generally — been in the right direction, that of removing the boot stomping on the human face, and as such I think he very much deserved to be honored. So we went up because I wanted to see it and because I’d never met him, despite being in the same state, which in my profession means “right next door.”
We did meet and got invited to an impromptu celebration dinner, which a fan of Neil’s flew out to cook. He’s a professional chef and the dinner was amazing, and it was generous and frankly very sweet to add us to the invitees. Conversation went on (mostly not political) and we ended up staying up till two thirty, which to me is like staying up all night when we’re twenty. We left there at one thirty, but we had to do shopping on the way home, and then I had to clean the war paint, which, yes, must go on whenever I’m out in public. BUT if I could have managed it somehow, I’d have stayed on longer. Only I couldn’t. I’m a self-inflicted insomniac, in that I HATE falling asleep and not having control for a while, so when I can no longer stay awake it’s sort of like passing out for other people, and at my current avoir du pois, no one COULD carry me to the car, much less home.
It was a very pleasant and interesting dinner, and I’m very grateful to Neil and his wife for inviting us to it. No, there are no pictures, because I’m what’s known as a dorcus massivus. The massivus part particularly, which means I recoil from pictures.
Anyway — normally Friday or Thursday, depending on which day we’re free/there’s a lecture — we have our little dorky date night, something we found needed after the kids left because it turns out, uninterrupted, we just work. Pretty much all the time.
A party was unexpected, and yes, very fun, and yes, very tiring because I’m not as young as I used to be, and youth is wasted and blah blah.
Not fully awake yet, will do Dark Fate when I am.
I had a post from Stephanie Osborn, which I’d shamelessly have put up to avoid work (you know what I’m like) but that post is cursed. This is the third iteration trying to get it, and each fails to open in a more bizarre way. So… maybe I’ll ask her for a different one? It’s one of those things that’s starting to scare me.
And now I go shower and try to write.
PS – Oh, yeah, I got to meet our very own KAries, and that too was a blessing, because I know she works two jobs, elsewhere, but she made the trip to see me for maybe ten minutes. In this too, I am blessed beyond my deserving.