It isn’t my day. Okay, it isn’t anyone’s day, because we take Sundays off. But I just got in, unpacked the RV, and fed the dogs. I have walked through the house and looked at the HUGE pile of laundry. I didn’t do anything with it, mind you, but I did take note of it, which I guess is a start. I have checked my email and called my mother to let her know I am home and alive. (She is now most appreciative of that last part, possibly because mom met her first zombies on Saturday at ConCarolinas.) Anyway. Concarolinas was STUPENDOUS because of all you guys. David and I sat at the MW party on Saturday night and watched you guys with amazement. MW has become a community. All we did is open a door, tell you some cool stuff, and let you into the weird world of writing as we see it. But you? You made it a community. I am honored to be part of you guys. Totally and completely honored. Despite the pranks, of which I have not a single photo, dang it.
Now I am going to gather up my thongs and admire them. (For you who did not attend the Con, you will just have to sit and wonder.)