Actually, I’m currently coloring my white hair a temporary wine red. But I’m wearing a black shirt while it processes. It’s gonna be so cool, I hope.
So I’m back from the con, and I had a BLAST. The panels, the comradery of fellow fans, the buzz coming off the crowd, the music, the food! It was such a good time. If it weren’t so expensive, I’d go all the time. I got a picture with Jensen Ackles, but next time–if there is one–I want some with Lisa Berry, Ruth Connell, Kim Rhodes, and Brianna Buckmaster. The dream would be one with all four! Ack!
Funny story–when I stepped up for my pic with Ackles, I tried to quickly explain that I’m a struggle snuggle with people I don’t know, but I only got the first part out. He calmly said, “It’s all right, sweetheart” and gave me the most gentle, least invasive side-hug I’ve ever experienced. I was so relieved. They were such pranksters on the show that I half-expected a glomp, but I should’ve known better. They’re probably very used to neurodivergent people with special needs, and he was very kind and gentle. Appreciated.
So yeah, I’d go again in a heartbeat, but I don’t have the spare cash to do that any time soon. It was a fluke that I could afford it once. But oh, the memories!
I did come home with some con crud that I’ve been fighting off. Lots of phlegm. No fever, so not Covid, thank goodness. I’m getting the best of it now, I think. Should be over it by the end of the week.
Back to writing, which I’ve shamefully neglected while I was away and/or sick. I need to read from the start to get back into the feel of the story, then finish. These bears ain’t gonna fix themselves!
