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Straws, camels, and the safety of home
Jul. 10th, 2005 11:45 pmIt's a full four days since my Westercon trip ended, yet I'm still working on regaining my equilibrium following the upheavals of the trip. It was such a mixed affair — the travel delays were utterly tiresome, yet they also brought the delight and luxury of time with Bob Berlien and Kathy Routliffe in Chicago. Offsetting the missing luggage and the cracked windshield were the wonders of the Royal Tyrrell Museum, the delight of meeting new friends like Cath Jackel, and the pleasant company of all too many people I see all too infrequently. I'm glad I went, much as I regret all the problems involved with the trip itself.
The low points all bottomed out at the profound annoyance stage rather than ever turning into an actual crisis or truly significant problem. Well, until the end, when I ran out of the ability to cope with any more before the world was through giving me more to cope with.
( Splish-splashing my way home )
I got out to check for mail after pulling into the top of my driveway. The wind was blowing through rain-sodden trees, and my first thought was "I'm in the woods." It was a marvelous welcome home.
A mere four hours later, bombs were exploding in London. I checked the lists![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brisingamen compiled, grateful to see so many friends and loved ones on the People Safe lists.
The mixed bag feeling continues. Here's the good, here's the ugly, here's more of both, with an added helping of everyday chores to keep up with. Now what to do with it all? Something more than just getting through it, I hope, but even that counts as an accomplishment some days. Some days like these.
Onward.
The low points all bottomed out at the profound annoyance stage rather than ever turning into an actual crisis or truly significant problem. Well, until the end, when I ran out of the ability to cope with any more before the world was through giving me more to cope with.
( Splish-splashing my way home )
I got out to check for mail after pulling into the top of my driveway. The wind was blowing through rain-sodden trees, and my first thought was "I'm in the woods." It was a marvelous welcome home.
A mere four hours later, bombs were exploding in London. I checked the lists
brisingamen compiled, grateful to see so many friends and loved ones on the People Safe lists. The mixed bag feeling continues. Here's the good, here's the ugly, here's more of both, with an added helping of everyday chores to keep up with. Now what to do with it all? Something more than just getting through it, I hope, but even that counts as an accomplishment some days. Some days like these.
Onward.
