What a strange day.  I was up early and feeling fine.  Showered and breakfasted, I was in the LocusMobile at 7.20am and headed to the airport feeling fine.  Charles, Liza, Amelia and I arrived in plenty of time, and got ourselves sorted for the flight.   We got our magic SouthWest front row seats, but as I was sitting down I had a peircing pain in my right chest.   The rib I’d bruised (or whatever) suddenly hurt more than it had at any time.  That overshadowed what otherwise would have been a lovely flight.  I tried to read and ignore it, but was in real pain for the whole trip.

We arrived in Denver on time and headed to the hotel.  I then met up with Charlie Stross, we preregistered for the con, and went for drink.  Charlie’s a lot of fun, and his knowledge of secret history is fascinating.  We talked Laundry novels and other stuff.  We joined Dave Hartwell and George for drinks too, before they headed for dinner and me to the hotel.  I met up with Sean Williams (yay!) and Gary. Gary and I joined Ken Scholes, Jen and Jon for dinner, which was great. Then drinks with Sean, Liza, Amelia, and lots others.  A good day, if painful.  I called home before bed, and am now up too early.  Another busy day ahead.