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march first
Mar. 1st, 2011 10:02 pmI am still buried in Potlatch details. I thought we'd be in what is known before college finals as "dead week" by now, in which arranging things with the hotel would be finished and while others (printing badges, getting supplies for the con suite) might still have tasks to do, I could take a breather and wait for the thing to actually happen, but no.
Further evidence of my state of mind: went out noonish to buy more of Pandora's favorite cat food, and, while I was out there, have lunch myself. Exited restaurant and realized it was cold; I'd forgotten to put my jacket on. Walked back in and it wasn't on my chair, where I must have put it. Someone must have stolen it at some point when I got up from the table. Nothing I could do. Drove home in sorrow and there, like the cookies in a Douglas Adams anecdote, was my jacket. I'd never taken it in the first place, though I'd intended to and even remembered putting it on.
Further evidence of my state of mind: went out noonish to buy more of Pandora's favorite cat food, and, while I was out there, have lunch myself. Exited restaurant and realized it was cold; I'd forgotten to put my jacket on. Walked back in and it wasn't on my chair, where I must have put it. Someone must have stolen it at some point when I got up from the table. Nothing I could do. Drove home in sorrow and there, like the cookies in a Douglas Adams anecdote, was my jacket. I'd never taken it in the first place, though I'd intended to and even remembered putting it on.
