By Friday lunchtime, I came to the realization that one of my 85,000 closest friends at Dragoncon shared their germs with me. Plugged up sinuses, general aches and pains, lethargy etc. I pushed through the rest of the day, but did my best to rest and recover over the weekend, but I still ended up handling a lot of the usual stuff like laundry and shopping, and some unusual stuff, such as the semi-annual flea-bombing of the house on Sunday, which made the place much more comfortable for our furry family, but earned me some nasty scratches in the process, since not all the cats particularly enjoy getting doused with the personal flea spray along with the foggers we set off.

They did get some time outside in their luxurious crates (which they mostly enjoyed, I think), as we timed the bombing to coincide with the food truck court at Hardywood to benefit Ita’s Food Truck, which got wrecked in an accident a couple of weeks ago. The Parker family loves Richmond’s food trucks, so of course we went to support local businesses, eat some delicious curry and tacos (they go together, trust me), and those of us of legal age had a couple of delicious beverages. Even if I was completely worn out by 1:30pm, it was nice to get outside in the sunshine (after a bunch of overcast hurricane-adjacent days) for a little while. I think it did me good.

Beyond that, though, I mostly crashed on the bed or the couch, nestled under blankets and cats reading or falling asleep in front of the TV (on the viewing agenda? Four or five episodes of Firefly, Return of the Swamp Thing, and Star Wars, Episode IV).

The forecast for the week looks pretty low-impact, at least for me. The kids are back at school, my lovely spouse has a couple of volunteer shifts at the RSPCA, and the fall season of Irish dance classes starts up; they’ll be busy, but I’ll have a chance to recover a bit, if all remains the same.

I need to get better, because I have a couple of gigs coming up next week.