Woo I'm tired!
It's a good kind of tired. The kind of tired that goes into putting a lot of work into something you love to do, being surrounded by people who also love what you do, and then saying goodbye to the ones you love.
Or sort of saying goodbye. It was a premature embarkation.
This morning I woke up at five to drive my Navy son 120 miles to the nearest airport. He'd come home on leave to attend Salt Lake Comic Con and leave always has to end. We got into the airport, parked needlessly too far away, got to the right terminal via a long and crowded shuttle ride, and then discovered that his flight was scheduled for the next day.
This means that after a week of straight heavy sewing on Comic Con costumes, three days of crazy Con attendance, and one day of this night owl being up way too early, I have another day of get up and go tomorrow. Waking up at five in the morning is always something makes me so goddamned chipper.
It's okay though. An extra day with the Sailor Manchild? I'll take it.
He had the time of his life at the Con. Have a picture of my children. That jowl faced woman in the middle is me.
I met John Coffey and that made me happy. Mmmm happy.
The Sailor Manchild bought a bunch of Pokémon badges and that made him happy.
All the costume watching made me a happy girl in general. We left each day tired.
This is what I hope to be doing tomorrow as soon as I get back from the airport.
Then it's back to the sewing. Halloween is coming.