My original route to Gen " " Con went from Seattle to Dallas to Indianapolis, because the razorwinds that defend my destination - birthéd by Zepherion when man still swung from branches - make direct flights impossible. But my father-in-law sustained an injury that turned his shoulder into beef jerky, which made replacing a water heater a Herculean task. So, I went over to help. This necessitated an alteration to the trip, which now goes from Spokane to Portland, Oregon to Phoenix to Indianapolis. This is all to say that I now live in the sky.
The water heater that needed changing was actually in Idaho, so that's where I was. Having done the task, we decided we might as well stay out there for a sec, and drive to the airport at five or so in the morning which should have been plenty of time. Except fully two trees had decided to fall across the road in the interim, and I had to functionally invent a route back and some of the places I went were not roads as we would define them, but secret ways whose treasures the judging wood was loath to relinquish. Ley lines.
When I emerged from that place, where gleaming moths dine on reality itself, I saw a rainbow erupt from a clear blue sky. Maybe I could just drive the rest of the way there on that, I mused. It didn't end up working out, for a variety of reasons. Then I was stuck behind a logging truck with a second trailer on a single lane road for a while making it the second time within an hour that wood had conspired to hound and lash me. Is wood the problem? I thought to myself. I couldn't imagine how I'd done it exactly, but had I wronged wood in some way? Can wood have beef?
I did make it eventually; I'm posting this from the first thrice-damned tendril of this trek. If you want to kick it out at Gen Con I'll be at Booth 2143 with some friends of mine and I will be at your service all weekend. Don't be a stranger! Well, not in an enduring way. If you're a stranger at first, I mean, before we meet, that's just how it works normally.
Anyway, I guess Gabe is getting a lot of presents, maybe too many, and that's… I mean, that's good. It's good. Yay Gabe.
(CW)TB out.
