Con Crud

Con Crud

Bags are packed

Bags are packed

Finally back from Twist & Shout and conscious! I got home at around 1pm yesterday and by 2 pm I was sound asleep. I woke up long enough to eat Chinese food with Edmund, and then I slept some more.

It so happened that I woke up at 6 am (an hour before I was supposed to wake up) and couldn’t get back to sleep.

Now I’m feeling sick, I think it’s the con crud – a reminder of just how much fun I had (not much sleep, talking all the time.) Totally worth it.

Me and Annie Banannie

Me and Annie Banannie at the banquet on Saturday.

I had a blast.

These balloon nuts are my people, after all.

So I am energized and inspired and exhausted and sick. And happy.

Reality is sliding in, even tho I’d prefer it to stay at arm’s length for a bit longer. Edmund’s Dad is in his final weeks, and at any moment we might need to take a trip to Pennsylvania. We are planning on going in a couple of weeks, but you know how these things go. I just hope I can be the support and comfort to Edmund that he was to me during my Dad’s illness and death.

For now I’m planning on trying the happy thing. We’ll see how that goes.

Me and Larry Moss

Me and Larry Moss on Sunday

Suzanne Haring and me

Suzanne Haring and me at the Pajama Jam on Wednesday night

I really should have asked for more pictures with people. Next time.