What joy to be home. Worldcon was fun…but to stop traveling, after two weeks of being more or less constantly on the road, is more fun yet.
The kitchen is full of suitcases. The cats aren’t back from the kennel yet. More FedEx packages (mostly full of books from Harcourt) have been erroneously delivered to the local pub instead of being held for redelivery tomorrow. Peter has gone upstairs to get some sleep. I have no clear sense of why I’m awake now, as I was falling asleep in the cab on the way home after six hours’ worth of KLM “redeye” YYZ-AMS, a three-hour layover, and then an hour and a half AMS-DUB; but just being back in the incredible country silence (and the clean air) seems to have given me my second wind. Who cares if I stopped the fishpond pump to clean it, and now can’t get it to start again? Who cares if incredible amounts of spam have piled up in the getting-ready-to-shut-it-down email account? We’re home. I’m happy.
(sigh) Happy memories from Toronto: A3 and Sparks & Co., Ben, Janis Ian and the excellent Pat, TR, the Accordion Guy. Lloyd and Yvonne, Kurt and Nancy, the Bird, hugging many NA-based pros whom I haven’t seen for a number of years, and discovering that even Cory Doctorow sometimes has trouble with WiFi. Memorable eats: the Japanese restaurant Nami on Adelaide Street. Things that didn’t get done: getting Peter a Tilley jacket; getting any serious shopping whatever done, either in Toronto or Schiphol; seeing any number of other people at Worldcon who were there but we just couldn’t find, or find time to hunt for.
(double sigh) Never mind. Next year in Boston.
