I would like to meet you at the top of the wheel

It is a little impressive that a virtual con is exhausting me as much as the usual kind in person with all the running around hotels and swearing at the T, but I suspect that's the Zoom. Nonetheless, the chantey sing was as rousing as it is possible for a song circle to be when the response part of the call-and-response has to be muted because of internet latency—I contributed "Randy Dandy-O" and "Haul on the Bowline" and "The Wellerman" made its inevitable and not unwelcome appearance—and the reading was a delight, especially works in progress by Gillian Daniels and Ruthanna Emrys; I am an unsurprising fan of waterlogged Boston and houses that are less haunted than aware. Tomorrow I talk about leadership in fantasy and science fiction and then I do not actually collapse because some other things need to be done, but it will be the end of my first full virtual convention. I am having a lovely time with it and I hope dearly it will be safe to run around hotels next year. It's saving me a fortune, but I miss the dealer's room.