Safely home from Windycon, despite the efforts of the weather, which turned nasty right about the Main Line Station rest area on 57. Two weeks before Thanksgiving is too damn early to have to worry about snow.
The only time I spent more than a few minutes not happy with how I was using the time was the time I was lying in bed tossing and turning and not sleeping, which I don't feel I can blame the con for. There were too many concerts -- I got to 6 but still missed several I either know I would have enjoyed or was curious to find out. Open filk was nice both nights, though more sparsely attended Saturday than I expected. I had to bow out earlier than I wanted Saturday because I was just too tired, but I know I made at least a couple of people happy, so I count the filking a success even though I felt the pain of being out of practice.
Thanks to everyone who offered support and hugs.