dira | (no subject)

I woke up this morning from a dream that

brooklinegirl and someone she'd brought along to carry things met me at the airport in Boston. We got halfway to the exit and then suddenly she and her flunky went racing back, and I realized that in my excitement to see her, I'd dropped all my luggage and left it where I'd been standing. Luckily, it was still there when we got back, and then I woke up. So I guess my subconscious is officially ready to go to Boston, and in fact ready to get on with having weird anxiety dreams about it. Note to self: don't drop and abandon luggage in the middle of the airport, no matter how excited you are to be in Boston.

So! The final (well, you know, "final,") schedule is up for programming at WorldCon here, and...

I've already identified about thirty panels I want to attend (to say nothing of readings and autographing sessions and shoehorning in visits to the dealers room and art show and stalking people and maybe a spot of socializing here or there). In the first six hours of the con.

So I was sitting here squeeing over the wild surfeit of programming, when the mailman wandered past my window, with an Amazon box under his arm. Lo and behold, it was for me!

lynnmonster sent me presents and they are the best presents ever and now I am never, never going to get the bathroom floor mopped. Thank you, Lynn!