The main sad thing is that laurie_robey's aunt is not doing well, and I do kinda wish I was home to help her with that and the house hunting rather than bouncing around here when she needs me; but I'll be on a plane in less than 24 hours and will do what I can then.
It's nice to feel like I've "found my place" in the various relationship matrices of furry fandom; for many years I really felt like quite the outsider and a bit of a poseur when it came to a lot of artists. In most cases I still feel like their art is worlds above mine, but I have my own talents that can compensate for that, particularly in the social arena, which enable me to feel like more of a peer than a fanboy/wanna-be. I'd elaborate on this further, but I don't think I can without the risk of putting a giant foot in my mouth, so suffice to say that it's nice to feel like "one of the gang" rather than like I'm imposing my presence on people.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with most of tomorrow; breakfast with tchall is usually a given, and after that I will be doing the money-counting postmortem, packing, and checking out of my room. Then I don't have any plans until dinnertime, which will consist of having a pow-wow with mammallamadevil up at Moss Beach. Sue mentioned possibly palling around some, which would be fine by me (she's so full of awesome that I have to wear sunglasses around her to keep from being blinded by her brilliance), or I must just end up lurking around the hotel a bit.
Note: I have had a bit more Irish cream than I normally do, so if I sound a little more rambly than usual, that's why. It's not a lot really, but I'm not a big drinker so it might have more effect than I'm used to.
I'LL TAKE YOU HOOOOOME AGAIIIIIN KATHLEEEEEN...
Oops, sorry, slipped into Lieutenant Riley mode there. I'm back now. ^.^'
Anyway, it's been nice, and now it's bedtime. G'nite, world, and have an awesome tomorrow!