That’s Krissie still looking a little sick and depressed, but as Lani said, “wahoo!” Getting to NJ was turning into such a mess that I was going to have Richie drive me down, and then Lani called to say they were putting it off a week, and I burst into tears. Because I can’t stand the thought of being here another week.
But then we came up with me coming out there, and I was able to find an affordable flight with Richie driving me three hours to one airport and Crusie and Lani driving 2 hours to pick me up (the usual airports are a lot closer).
So I’ll get away, and we’ll do a farewell to Ohio Tour and a Come to Goddess meeting and an election night celebration or suicide pact (not really). But we’ll be going to Steak N Shake and Jo-Beth bookstores and Jungle Jim’s and Hobby Lobby and all the usual suspects. I may even see if I can talk someone into taking me to Teresa’s treasure Haven, which is way the hell and gone, but I think they’re safe because I don’t have money to spend.
And I’ll write, because NANOWRIMO begins today, and I don’t care what I write. I’ll write what I want to write and not worry, I’ll keep up with my meds and being good to myself, and I’ll come out the other better and stronger than ever.
I did a tiny bit of sewing yesterday, and I’ll do a bit more today. I’ll pack, and I’ll vote.
I’ll be on the road tomorrow so I may not be able to post — I leave the house around 6 am and don’t get to Crusie’s till around 8 or 9. And it’ll be chaos, and I’ll sleep on an air mattress, and it will be glorious.
And I’m taking my inner Dresden ballerina with me (and I think I need a real one). Angelique. Marguerite. Margot (as in Fonteyn). We’ll see.