Got home last night LATE after meeting tons of new readers at the incredibly awesome first-ever Michigan Comic Con. I had a blast.
Gratitude shout-outs to Alexi & Erika at Bard’s Tower for inviting me, and additional HUGE thanks to the generous and talented Jody Lynn Nye, who offered me a ride and who always has been everything any writer could ask for in a professional mentor.
And now I am Absolutely Worn Out.
I’m slowly coming to terms with the need to give myself recovery time & space after road trips. The post-exhilaration crash is inevitable. Every time a con ends, I think, “Hey, cool, I’m not so exhausted this time. I’m fine! Yay, growth!” Then I get home a few hours later with a sore throat, achy eyes, and a bad case of twitchy nerves…
Adrenaline lies, I tell ya. And the rebound is a major PITA. Every single damned time, it happens. After two years of cons, I finally have the self-care down to a single-day recharge. (barring emergencies, crises, or other disruptions.) Today’s edition so far:
- a round of proper tea, caffeinated and strong. (my favorite loose leaf blend steeped sufficiently in a TEAPOT, Ah, bliss. )
- a satisfying workaday breakfast (fruit & greek yogurt w/ crunchies & honey)
- much lounging about the house, spoiling the cat and catching up on reading.
- a bout of cathartic weed-yanking that delivered immediately gratifying results.
- harvesting a batch of tomatoes & basil to go w/some aged gouda my wonderful Spouseman picked up for me as a welcome-home gift. Look at this deliciousness:
Being able to take a recovery day is no small blessing, and I appreciate how lucky I am to be in a position where I can do so. With no plans for the rainy afternoon–NONE–I can physically feel energy returning as the emotional surf settles.
I love travel, but returning to the nest is the best. Just ask the cat. He has opinions.
More blog…next week, probably? Or after Dragon Con, which is only 10 days away.
ONLY TEN DAYS ‘TIL DRAGON CON!