Otherwise, bored stiff. Or rather, was bored stiff, trying to read an Effinger book (I'd heard good things about _When Gravity Fails_, but couldn't find it, so reading _The Exile Kiss_, two books later in the series, which is not exciting me, which may be a reflection on my current tired brain state rather than the book or Mr. Effinger (who I sincerely hope I like, since I'll be critiquing with him and Ms. Asaro and Mr. Feintuch for three hours on Saturday...)) and failing, so was getting very antsy until I wandered into a bookstore at the airport and picked up Maupin's _Tales of the City_, which is just delightful. A fabulous San Francisco book, and I'll be finishing it soon and then giving it to my Clarion-classmate Nancy as a hostess gift (she lives in D.C. and is putting me up during the Con) and hoping she doesn't mind a once-read book...
Anyway, I was reading that and walking down the hallway towards my gate and I glanced up and noticed someone checking e-mail! Huzzah! My only frustration is that I wanted to get something from my lanminds account and I can't seem to get there. I vaguely remember that they have some sort of protection stuff up, but it's driving me bonkers. I'll have to call and have someone send me the stuff I need. Okay, sliding into third ten minutes, so really should finish up, my darlings. Fingers typing so fast they're stumbling over themselves...or maybe that's tiredness. Think I got everything done that absolutely had to be done, though, so that's some comfort.
Talk to you later, munchkins...