It sorta figures . . .

Every damn time I go away to a con, it takes me days to blog about it, because I get about halfway through, post what I have, and then I can't make myself post again until I'm ready to finish what I started.

( Chattacon, part the second )

Today I took pleasure in a glass of red wine.

Today I learned that three deep breaths can help squash the urge to surf the internet when you know you have better things to do.