I make sure to take it with me when I go
On the last day of Readercon, I drank tea
asakiyume had brewed for me at the Ancillary Justice panel (of the ingredients, I remember only jasmine, marigold, and hyssop from her garden) and got a book signed in Greek from Michael Cisco. In the last programming slot of the day, I read my short story "The Trinitite Golem," sang one torch song and one murder ballad, and ranted about the hotel renovations. I came home to my husband and my cats. They have grown in my absence: they are not kittens any longer, but suddenly catlings. Autolycus purred back and forth around my arm, making sure it was me. This is not a con report. I am very tired, in some startling amount of pain, and I have deadlines to reach before I can sleep, but I am very happy.

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Thank you! It was delicious and needed no sweetener, although if left to myself I would probably have put honey in anyway; the hotel is always drying.
I'm beginning to think the universe will explode or something if I do get to hear you sing and yet I'm determined to find out.
I hope not. I've never been a harbinger of Ragnarök before.
It was a fun panel, and great to see you.
You, too! Either you will have to come back to the Boston area or we'll have to look you up in western Massachusetts.