"...and suddenly he was surrounded by a paradise of ordinary things." - Peter Straub, Mystery
Another great Con come and gone. No post-con report, because other authors are writing far better ones than I could, like this one, and I'm not linking to that at ALL because my name is mentioned at the end of the first paragraph. That would be awful. Opportunistic. Self-pimping, even.
Anyway, as awesome as the weekend was - and it's always fun hanging with my writer friends (too many to name; you know who you are) - it can't compare to the day I had today. How did our Labor Day go? Like this:
Everyone slept in until 7 AM.
I mowed and puttered around the lawn, the kids played on the swing set, and Abby hung the clothes up, then sat in a lawn chair reading the paper and drinking coffee.
We all took a nap (except Zack. He just bounced and babbled for two hours).
We went to the Greene Fair. No sightings of Cthulhu in spandex, thankfully.
We ate a very quick dinner at Mimi's (Italian place) because Zack was now very sorry (and so were we) that he didn't take a nap.
We got ice cream. NEVER a bad thing.
Cons are awesome. Productive. And just darn fun. Especially because while my wife only has to get on the phone and call her sisters to be with friends, I have to cross state lines to be with mine. But in the end, even though our day today wasn't perfect, no Con compares to this "paradise of ordinary things."
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