Spring is very fickle, here. She's also lovely, with her darting eyes and rare buds, but sometimes a gal just longs for the horrendous beating sun of the homeland, you know?

I'm not going to Writercon because by some bizarre perversion of chance, Writercon falls on the same weekend as San Diego Comic Con, the superbowl of comics. I'd already said I was going and that was that.

It makes me form a sad moue. With my mouth. :{

But! I'll have the company of the astonishing astrid, and we both like cons and baking on beaches, and attending panels and seeing actors. So it's all good.