My goodness, one HECK of a week getting everything organized for my trip. Which sessions will I attend at the conference? I'm particularly looking forward to one called "If You're So Smart, Why Does Your Writing Suck?" Where should I go for fun? Brass Rail, Ground Zero, Euphoria, and Gay '90s all look entertaining. What should I wear when I'm there? How much money should I bring? How can I break it to my cat?
Savvy traveller that I am, I've managed to "trim the fat" and bring only the barest (and lightest) essentials. Meanwhile, next door, my sweet neighbour and her boyfriend are trying to trap a squirrel that chewed its way into her apartment, and she just told me that she's moving out in two weeks. Horror! She was so nice and quiet. The next people will probably be a bad death metal band with rotten breath. And a baby.
On Thursday I participated in the Yearly Duckling Rescue, which means catching and relocating the freshly-hatched babies out of the impossible nesting place that mama duck often chooses. Only the hardiest babies can get out, so unless we climb up there, the majority will die. In between vicious attacks by mother duck herself I also managed to gouge my arms countless times on the Juniper, which it turns out I'm allergic to. So I'll be going through customs looking like I have the next big Canadian disease.
Think of me! Send good vibes! May I be healthy, happy, respected, and safe! Amen.