Things that sparkle make things that glow a lot...less...

So, regardless of some icky things, my life this year has been...ok. You know, better than ok, but not over-all good enough to call good.

And then I went to Boone, and everyone was down with the whole unconditional positive regard, and they respected me for respecting them, and we laughed a lot and things got done in YAC.

And then I come home, and very few people are nearly as joyous as they were at the CON...to be honest, none were, and some people who I would have expected would be more comfortable weren't...like, mono-syllabic, no eye-contact, no smiles, or some-combination-thereof weren't.

What the hell?

I really don't get it.

But Boone was wonderful. Gorgeous, perfect (or nearly so) and very lifting, in general. I've never really missed a CON the day after before, but this time I did.

I hope allayurz weekends were as good as mine was!

(Pssst! School's almost done!)

PS: I went to bed really early last night, and the night before that, but today I woke up at 3 because I thought I heard whippoorwills outside my window.

Crank open the window, and...

...WHIPPOORWILLS!

Scroll down a few posts. Is that not wonderful and creepy at the same time?