I came back with the convention cold, so I have been using up Kleenex and sleeping a lot; and then Norton pitched a fit and wanted to be reinstalled. So after Jane bravely battled Norton to a standstill, I have my computer back.
I’m still a bit under the weather, but I did go out for a lovely FREE Swinging Doors steak dinner (they do this for birthdays!) and well, the cat bite—Shu, the rascal resented being grabbed after the really sketchy hotel room in Butte, which he swears was last occupied by a werewolf…he (Shu, that is) nailed my arm in the dark as I was trying to extricate him from the footwell of the car as we were urgently trying to get underway to make the eclipse…which was glorious! More on that later! The following day, I did get medical treatment, which put me on doxycycline, which means NO dairy, no eggs, milk, cheese (half my normal diet) and NO sunshine while taking it. But it’s healing well, mostly: I just have these vampire marks. And Shu was very sorry. He spent two days trying to suck up to me before I had to part company to go off to the con and leave Jane in charge of the cats. Spent a lovely while with Ready, ReadyGuy, Bret and his very nice friend, and Serge and Sue, et al, and ran into Vic Milan, Steve Donaldson, and other longtime writer associates; George (RR) wasn’t there—toured after worldcon and is exhausted; but nice time had by all. I was still very glad to get back to Jane (the con hotel didn’t have pets) and head home—with kitchen remodel pending; and we stopped by Mesa Verde, saw many things worth coming back to check out, and made it home past a hotel fire in Kellogg ID and all sorts of smoke, some 28 separate fires in our area, but we’re well, and the air is only slightly bad…
I am concerned for you all down south, and was following the story such as I could in the hotel, bad, bad situation, and I hope all of you are safe, dry, and well.