Eight hours till take-off and I’ve moved into that odd ‘travel space’ where all I want to do is be on my way.  Charles has us going out for an early dinner, which I’m sure will be terrific, but all I want is to be at the airport and doing what I can to finagle an empty seat beside mine.  If I can do that, I’ll be a happy person indeed. It’s amazing the difference that extra little bit of space makes. I’ll let you know how things turn out, when I get to the other side. I’m about 30 hours from home.  The next bed I sleep in will be my own, and I’m ready to be there.  I love coming to Locus, but you’re always the third wheel (it’s a place of business, after all, and they have a lot to do), so getting on and home seems even more desirable.

How was the trip? Well, I’ve only blogged half of it, but Manhattan was a ball, World Fantasy in Saratoga was one of the best cons ever, and I always have a good time in Oakland.  So, it was well worth it.  However, I think it’ll be a long time before I undertake a solo trip this long again.  Other priorities await.