Nashville bound

I am heading to a conference. Said conference snuck up on me from out of nowhere even though it's been on my calendar for over a month. I'm sad to go, feels like I haven't really been home in weeks. However, it's good to get away, even if I have to endure conference attire, conference subject matter and conference chatter for eight hours during the day.

I'm sad to leave my Cynical and to sleep alone; I'm happy to hopefully meet up with an old college buddy, to visit and giggle and to have good food; and maybe convince her to drive me to a yarn shoppe.

Cynical, remember: no eating on the new furniture and that's OCD code for "I love you".