A morning spent running errands for con prep, which mostly involves me making a list, losing the list, and then trying to remember what was on the list by muttering to myself about what I need. Kudos to Kevin for falling gracefully into the role of herder-of-artists. (“What else do I need…?” “Receipt books.” “Right!”) This can be a particularly harrowing job because immediately before conventions, as a number of my friends have learned, I tend to start losing nouns. (“I need…err…THINGY!” *wild hand gestures*  “…is it bigger than a breadbox?”) I don’t know where the nouns go. They just wander off.

But I’m armed! I’m ready-ish! I have mats for my art, by virtue of strolling into the frame shop at Jerry’s and saying “Hi! You look busy, I’ll cut the mats myself.” “Good, ‘cos I don’t have time to do it…” (Which worked out well for everybody, because the mat cutter really needed the blade replaced, which isn’t a hard job, per se, but you do have know how to do it. And I got my mats free.) I have granola and power bars and beef jerky and booze and a new file tote for lugging prints in a delightfully garish pink, and although I’ve lost my jumbo print rack somewhere, goddamnit, I am otherwise set.

So tonight, I just have to mat the art–fortunately I rummaged up a few extra pieces from under the bed, and found the con stock of linoblock prints, which are at least affordable for people on a budget, I feel bad when there’s nothing on the panel that anybody can afford–and finish filling the furry print book.

And pack.

My New Rock boots are not here yet. They’re supposed to come in tomorrow, hopefully before I leave for the con, so that I can be all thuggin’. *grin*

ETA: And as I was walking back from the mailbox, a random stranger passing on the sidewalk said “Hey, gorgeous!” to me. I said “Hey, thank you!” *chuckle* Beats the heck out’ve the usual vague avoiding eye contact you get in this complex…