Engineer-Poet's Journal: I'm exhausted and dealing with a very needy cat

Because of two, er, "indiscretions" in as many days, I put Ms. Fuzzbutt under kitchen arrest Thursday morning.

Then I hit the road and drove to Moonbase ConFusion. I was approximately fifteen hours en route, then had to deal with a few housekeeping matters before I could crash out. Man, did that ever feel good...

I woke up without the kink in my back that's been bothering me for the past couple of weeks. The only difference is that I was sleeping on a firmer mattress than previously. Maybe I need a replacement; something to think about.

Then the convention. If you haven't been to one, I am in no position to do it justice right now.

I had expected to have a Sunday night sleepover at the same place as Thursday, but I woke up early enough Sunday to make it back today. So I checked out of the hotel, did the remaining housekeeping, and hit the road about twenty to ten AM. I got back here about twelve thirty AM, with the trip computer registering fourteen hours and some minutes of engine-running time. First time I've made the trip without referring to any maps, either.... this is getting old.

Or maybe I am.

Among the amusing events of the day (if you count things like snowstorms and people driving slower on plowed and salted pavement than I can drive on the track-ridden snow in the unplowed lane - I passed two people that way) I count a Barnes and Noble only charging me $1.50 for a Sunday New York Times. I wasn't about to go back after I figured it out; let them straighten out their own computers, or employees, or whatever screwed up.

At the moment I am indoors, reasonably warm, dealing with one attention-starved Fuzzbutt (who will mew but takes any invitation to come closer under advisement) and waiting out the ice storm coming down. Oddly, I left with sleet on my windshield Thursday morning. Maybe I drove through a time warp, and I'll arrive at work to find it's actually Friday the nineteenth.