The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
2nd snow day in a row, this one for basically every school in northern Indiana but one at the moment, and no one in my family attends that one stalwart school.
This is the lilac bush next to my back door, taken from inside the house, because the bush is now blocking the door:
More later; I’m going to give the neighborhood half an hour to wake up and then go clear the driveway again, because there’s a berm at the foot of the driveway and my wife still has to go to work.
I have 1,000,010 things to do today, and the first of them is to deal with this
bullshit:
So I’mma go get started on that, I guess.
I am– wait for it– leaving the house tonight, in order to socialize with other adults.
By myself. Without my wife.
I don’t even remember how this works any longer. I have created an offering; hopefully they will accept it and ignore the crippling social anxiety. 
Whassupwitchu this Saturday night?
…because why the heck not. This might be pretty in summertime:
The con hasn’t killed me yet.
It may have driven me insane, though.
I need a salad.
The view out my hotel window is unimpressive and it is dark and rainy. This is the pizza the hotel Italian restaurant just served me, because I am insanely tired and the thought of going out and finding somewhere else to eat was more than I could bear:
While getting to the con was ridiculous– I forgot my banners and had to turn around after half an hour and go back, damn near ran out of gas, and wasn’t allowed to check into my room when I arrived, and the aggravation combined with the stress of gaslessness and a very serious need to poop compromised my ability to think clearly and I just made them hold my bags all day rather than going back to my car and putting them in there. Then when I finally did check into my room after the dealer’s room closed at 7, neither of the keys worked and I had to haul all of my shit back downstairs because I’m here alone and I couldn’t exactly just leave it in the damn hallway.
But: pizza. Good pizza.
The con itself is going quite well. I sold a book in the first five minutes the dealers’ room was open. That’s awesome. I’m not setting sales records, but I’m damn close to paying for my table already. Considering I sold zero the first day at InConJunction I’m gonna call it a win.
Weird thing about this convention, though: I can sell books to people, but hell if I can get anyone to take a free bookmark. Free! Take a fucking bookmark, people!
Okay. It’s 8:15 and I say that makes it okay to go to sleep now. Perhaps tomorrow I will be able to do a thing connected to the con once the dealers’ room closes; I can’t bear the thought of spending another second on my feet right now.
It is GORGEOUS outside right now. 
First snow of the season, taken from inside, where it’s nice and warm. 
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