had a generally lovely weekend, and even the worst bit was not unrelentingly bad. in fact, the worst bit is basically a situation made messy partially due to a confluence of good things. really good, wonderful things. but um, yeah. messy. and messy such that there is no clear course of action -- even inaction may well be bad.
on a fully positive note, Boskone was quite good. Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman told me about some of the alternate endings to their wonderful novel _The Fall of the Kings_ and we chatted about other writerly stuff for a little while and i don't think i made a complete fool of myself anyway. and i think i ran away at the right time, too. and on Saturday i had a nice, low-key, true and comfortable conversation with someone i had met only once prior to the con (basically a friend of a friend sort of thing) and it was really unusually good. i am still a little sad that i did not go to as much of the filking as i would have liked, but somehow i have turned into a staid old woman who cannot stay up late and is exhausted and anti-social by Sunday afternoon. well, and i commuted into the con anyway, because it was in downtown Boston and i'm broke, so that certainly had something to do with not staying too late, etc. i spent too much money at the con, especially Sunday, but i am so happy with my purchases it's hard to care. books books books. and i am now the proud owner of what may be the perfect piece of jewerly for me. a subtle and exquisite silver rose almost-choker-length necklace. it's beautiful.
we are supposed to be having a blizzard today. apparently, the really heavy snow isn't supposed to start until mid to late afternoon. i hope it actually happens, i love blizzards. they're so pretty, and they enforce/excuse a certain amount of inactivity that i just don't get enough of in my normal life. certainly we seem well on our way, given that it's only noon and has been snowing thickly sideways for at least an hour, possibly more.
oh, should not think it, should not hope, should not jinx the possibility... but oh! it would be so nice to not have to go to work tomorrow! oh. the idea gives me a happy warm fuzzy feeling.
oh, am frustrated, but it's one of nicer feelings of frustration that i have ever had, because well... at least i feel enough lust to be frustrated, right?