Post-BiCon Disasters

It’s not all fun and games, though. In fact, it feels like it’s going to be one of those weeks.

  • When I got back from BiCon, I discovered that somehow, in my absence, my fridge/freezer has gotten turned down to the lowest setting, turning it from a chilled box into a room-temperature cupboard, and turning everything inside it from tasty food to rotten mulch.
  • I’d have loved to have cleaned it out and generally sorted out my unpacking and things already, but I’d completely forgotten that I’d made commitments for Monday night, which themselves overran. And they themselves weren’t full of hugs and rainbows, but were the other kind of commitments.
  • Then, this morning, I got a call from another BiCon attendee, by proxy, to say, “Yeah, you know how you hugged me? Well it turns out I’m carrying around an infestation of headlice, thanks to my kids. Umm… sorry?” Of all of the communicable diseases to contract at BiCon, who’d have thought that headlice would be the one to look out for.
  • And on top of it all, it looks like it’s going to be a busy, busy work week.

It’s not all bad, though. Ruth‘s been immensely helpful in fixing the fridge situation, even in my absence (work etc.), and was also kind enough to poke through my hair with a nit-comb to check for any nasty creepy-crawlies (she didn’t find any, yay!).

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