Crazy lady spent the weekend playing with us and her friends from out of town. She discovered that her "damn Scots" attend Boskone every year, and they surprised her at a party Saturday night! She hasn't seen them since Torcon-- which means she had zero prep time for alcohol consumption and political debate. No matter. She returned home at 3:30 AM to a house filled with playful dogs. The beginning:
The end:Hah. Crazy lady really thought we'd let her sleep before her 10 AM reading on Sunday? Silly woman.Echo's parents returned last night, and the house is peaceful. I'm moping, but crazy lady can't tell if it's from exhaustion or depression. Oh well. I'll just look sad until she gives me extra chicken.