We have confirmation!
Looks like Sunday I head off to the wilds of LA for three weeks! Then I’ll come back, and have exactly…four days to prep for Heroes Con.
Sweet mother of bunnies. If Mister Printy wasn’t such an amazingly speedy beast, I’d panic right now. I think, however, that technology may save me on that one–it’ll be a manic four days, and I couldn’t do it with my old machine, but I have great faith in Mister Printy. If anything can produce an entire stock of prints for a con, from more or less the ground up, in four days, it can!
I’m in the fretful haze of preparations, most of which don’t need to be done right away, but which give me something to fret over and feel like I’m doing something. I’ve got the Digger hiatus set up to run, hopefully smoothly. (Editor: “Digger? On break? Hell has officially frozen over!”) I made the hotelreservation for Heroes Con. I bought a toiletry kit that unfolds to hang by a little hook (and which I gotta admit is pretty slick and has serious points over the traditional Ursulaline “Shove everything in a ziploc bag” method.) The last print orders before my trip are set to go out the door tomorrow. My stylist managed to fit me in tomorrow afternoon for the haircut that follows the straightening so that I won’t go out lookin’ scruffy and disgrace the honor of North Carolina hair care. Ben will go off to stay with James on Saturday so that we don’t play Cat Carrier Roulette with a plane waiting.
I am about to start packing, which will allow me to decide if my single suitcase will do, or if I should go back to Target and blow forty bucks on the four piece luggage set (in VERY girly lavender) which I coveted briefly. Packing when I’ve still got two full days left to go is kind of stupid, but it’ll give me something to do instead of jitter in place.
I’ll have my faithful convention laptop, so I’ll still have internet and e-mail, assuming I can find a wireless connection in LA (I suspect this will not be a problem.) I have many books on birding in LA, courtesy of several very kind people.
I’m twitchier than a gaffed fish. I think I’ve been waiting on this too long, and I need it too badly, or something.