(no subject)
Nov. 9th, 2009 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI'm back in the office in Chicago this morning, after a week away from working and twelve since I actually had to physically be at work. I'm feeling a little scattered and behind, but I'm working on it.
My hosts in Washington,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
savant_da_rat and ankhorite, were kind and gracious and did at least as much to make my visit an occasion of joy as did the sights I saw in the capital city. I'm so glad I got to meet them in person and I look forward to next time. There was talk, even before I left, about setting up another trip to see them again, and probably xydexx too. If I plan the next trip to bracket a weekend, we'd have time for a good long explorin' trip, as I doubt I'd want to do sightseeing in Washington proper on a weekend anyway judging by how crowded things got during the week. I'm going to write a little recap of my days there when I get the chance to go through pictures and have my memory jogged about the order I did things in. Maybe on the way home on the train.
I'm off this Friday too, for Windycon. Moira and I tested out some costuming last night and it looks like we have an outfit ready. She also has nefarious plans in store for me on Saturday to celebrate my birthday at the convention. I'm excited, and a touch nervous.
My bad dreams have been continuing on. There was one in DC that I don't really remember. Last night there was one too, which I do remember a bit of, unfortunately. I was with a group of people and we were eating an animal called a placenta. That was the name of the species. It was a very dead-looking animal that was encased in a kind of gelatinous sac. Someone was cutting slices out of it, and it didn't seem to really have any innards that I can remember. Just bones and meat. There was more to it, and in fact Moira might remember it because I sat up in bed and babbled something about it to her, but I don't remember. I've never had a run of bad dreams like this. The ones that involve horrible things happening in my relationships are even worse. I feel like something must be trying to tell me something at this point. But what? I'm pretty sure I'm not actually descended from a long line of Schattenjägern.barton_fender, farm_cat; anything you want to tell me?
I hope everyone's having a good Monday. Though I'm dealing with work stuff, I'm still carrying the excitement and peace of the weekend with me.
My hosts in Washington,
savant_da_rat and ankhorite, were kind and gracious and did at least as much to make my visit an occasion of joy as did the sights I saw in the capital city. I'm so glad I got to meet them in person and I look forward to next time. There was talk, even before I left, about setting up another trip to see them again, and probably xydexx too. If I plan the next trip to bracket a weekend, we'd have time for a good long explorin' trip, as I doubt I'd want to do sightseeing in Washington proper on a weekend anyway judging by how crowded things got during the week. I'm going to write a little recap of my days there when I get the chance to go through pictures and have my memory jogged about the order I did things in. Maybe on the way home on the train.I'm off this Friday too, for Windycon. Moira and I tested out some costuming last night and it looks like we have an outfit ready. She also has nefarious plans in store for me on Saturday to celebrate my birthday at the convention. I'm excited, and a touch nervous.
My bad dreams have been continuing on. There was one in DC that I don't really remember. Last night there was one too, which I do remember a bit of, unfortunately. I was with a group of people and we were eating an animal called a placenta. That was the name of the species. It was a very dead-looking animal that was encased in a kind of gelatinous sac. Someone was cutting slices out of it, and it didn't seem to really have any innards that I can remember. Just bones and meat. There was more to it, and in fact Moira might remember it because I sat up in bed and babbled something about it to her, but I don't remember. I've never had a run of bad dreams like this. The ones that involve horrible things happening in my relationships are even worse. I feel like something must be trying to tell me something at this point. But what? I'm pretty sure I'm not actually descended from a long line of Schattenjägern.
barton_fender, farm_cat; anything you want to tell me? I hope everyone's having a good Monday. Though I'm dealing with work stuff, I'm still carrying the excitement and peace of the weekend with me.
