Borders..

I don’t know why it is that I sometimes just need to get out of the house to jog myself.  I get so bogged down in the work/clean/survive/take care of doggies cycle at work, that writing there is just tough.  When I open my MacBook, I just want to watch something mindless, not put more effort into something.  

So I’m here at Borders, drinking a lovely coffee shake and typing up the notes from the D*Con classes.  I’ll probably post them here too, but private, just as a reference for myself.

 

(Just found this on 2/5.  Not sure why I didn’t post it when I wrote it on 1/29.  Maybe I intended to write more?)

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