Bags are packed and ready to take to the rented Camry. Not exhausted because I didn't run for twelve minutes. Got everything I might need, and more clothes than I'll need for a week.
Maybe I'll make a fresh cup of coffee to keep in the cup holder until I'm out of the city.
It feels so weird. This is our first real con in a year. It's hard to believe we're actually going. And that Jonathan is going to sing my Lex Luthor filk. And. Wow. I'm on a panel. And.
I'm nervous. It's winter. They're predicting snow.
I'll be back on Monday. I'll see you all then.