Physical

Had it today. Down 20 lbs since last year. BP’s down about 20 points (systolic), too.

I think it was the new treadmill, which shows total distance and approx calories burned. It made me want to work harder to hit high numbers. I added speedwork, which helped a lot as well.

So this is the least I’ve weighed since early 2004. I would like to lose 15 pounds more, but I would take 10. I’d be delirious if I managed to lose 20 more, but that would match the least I ever weighed as an adult, and the elderly carcass may balk at that.

Funny thing is, I’m still wearing most all of the same clothes. I was able to buy shirts one size smaller, but trousers are still hanging on. I need a belt for most of them, but they’re not too big yet.

Jackets and blazers fit me no matter what. Coat hanger shoulders.

I think I’m going to have to increase the running/jogging/walking/mix ‘n’ match in order to drop any more. Nice thing is, I’m still able to cook and bake and eat. I am eating less than I did before, but I was forced to the conclusion that I just don’t need that much food. Sad, but true. Breakfast, dinner, and a snack around lunchtime. The occasional cookie. Not giving up cookies. They are a food group.

“We are not anti-social; we’re differently social.”

Another good column/Q&A about introversion, by author Susan Cain. The most surprising thing that Cain discovered?

The most surprising and fascinating thing I learned is that there are “introverts” and “extroverts” throughout the animal kingdom – all the way down to the level of fruit flies! Evolutionary biologist David Sloan Wilson speculates that the two types evolved to use very different survival strategies. Animal “introverts” stick to the sidelines and survive when predators come calling. Animal “extroverts” roam and explore, so they do better when food is scarce. The same is true (analogously speaking) of humans.

I have my extroverted moments. But the quiet glass of wine with a friend instead of a party? The need for seclusion at times? The irritation concerning the confusion between shyness and introversion? So me.

Tuesday post-con

Taking today off. A good idea.

I picked up the pups this morning from the Doggy Spa/Retreat. Both were !!HAPPY!! to see me. Gaby whimpered most of the way home and bugged me to pet her, while King sat in back and looked out the window. Once home, they ran around and drank water and ate snow and peed and dashed around and drank more water and ate more snow. They’re both sleeping now in their usual places, King by the back door and Gaby on the other end of the couch.

They were both groomed, and have the neckerchiefs to prove it. Gaby’s is pink checkers, while King’s is blue with white polka dots.

Household’s back to normal. Or as normal as it gets around here.

Home

Got up around 630 EST. Packed up the car. Breakfast. Was on the road by 815 or so.

Temps were close to 50 around Detroit, and didn’t drop below 40 until I reached Illinois. Light rain all the way, changing to flakes north of Chicago. Made it home around 1 CST.

We had a snowstorm here on Friday, and I was concerned that I would need to clear the driveway before I could pull in. Imagine my surprise when I found it clear, with only a little slush and a melted-down plow bump at the bottom.

Unpacked the car, then went right out again and shopped for groceries because I had made coffee and didn’t have any half-and-half. The reason I needed coffee was because the hotel, while having pretty good food and one lovely wine, lacked in the coffee department. Seriously. Worst coffee I have ever had at a restaurant. Ever. It was as though they ran a gallon of hot water through a tablespoon of grounds. I had a headache Thursday and Friday, and while I thought at first that it was due to travel stress and dry hotel air, I think it was lack of caffeine. I slept like a rock, too, which one might do if one’s stimulant has been cut off.

I’ve had two cups of my coffee in the last two hours. I can feel my heart beating again.

Unpacked. I’m taking tomorrow off, so I’ll do the laundry then. The pups are still at The Bad Place, aka Not Home, aka the Doggy Spa. Picking them up tomorrow morning, which leaves me the evening to decompress. Kill Bill Vols 1 & 2 are on Spike. I may have another cup of coffee.

Saturday/Sunday ConFusion

See what happens when you spend all your time doing panels and sitting at the bar? The con is over before you know it.

Sitting at a table with a plug so I can charge the MacBook. The con, it is over. I had fun. Panels went well. Spent much time talking to Violette Malan and her husband Paul, and Michelle Sagara West and her husband Tom. The reading with Jim C Hines went well. Talkingtalkingtalking until all hours.

Bought a key-shaped pendant watch, aka A Key To Time. Fear me.

Montes 2010 Malbec. Good wine. Good wine.

Hoping for decent weather tomorrow morning for the drive home. I’m seeing possible rain/snow showers and wind in the forecast, which I can live with. It’s ice that I fear most.

Time dilation. I feel as though I’ve been here for so much longer than four days. Not looking forward to the return to Real Life. Except for the pups. I miss the little stinkers.

Friday morning at the con

Tried to work last night. Dozed off at the desk, so I gave up and went to bed. The proverbial rock. Slept like it, I did. Got up at 630 CST (730 in this strange Eastern Time Zone), showered, and breakfasted. Am now in the lobby with coffee and laptop. The con really won’t get going until this afternoon, so I have time to work. Yes, *work*, dammit.

Quote from the Trib weather page:

THE CHICAGO NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE CONTINUES A WINTER STORM WARNING FOR 5 TO 8 INCHES OF SNOW TODAY INTO TONIGHT – ENDING FROM THE WEST BETWEEN 9PM AND MIDNIGHT

Looks like I picked a good time to get out of town…although I despair for the state of my driveway when I get home.

I’m here

Let the bells ring out and the banners fly.

::faceplant::

I’m exhausted. Left home midmorning. The drive through Chicago/NW Indiana wasn’t bad, but I hit snow squalls in western Michigan, along with car-shuddering winds and lotsa semis. The weather improved around Kalamazoo. The sun even showed its face. But it wasn’t a relaxing drive, and I have the headache and stiff shoulders to show for it.

It didn’t help that the day’s intake consisted of a bowl of cereal and a couple of cookies. I ate as soon as I could after check-in–a salmon club and sweet potato fries. Just popped some ibuprofen.

The bar is the place to be, as you would expect. Saw Dave Klecha and Jim Hines and Yanni Kuznia. Met Myke Cole. I know I met other folks as well, but hey, I already have Con Head. It’s like Time Head, but without Alex Kingston’s hair**.

I am now back in the room, and may be out of commission for the evening. Ms Excitement, that’s me. At least I’m missing the storm that’s supposed to move through Chicago tomorrow. Very glad that I decided to drive over a day early.

First panel isn’t until tomorrow evening, so I have the morning and afternoon to muck about. There are actually some very nice stores a couple of miles away–a Nordstrom’s, for one–but shopping’s the last think I need to do. I will probably putter around the hotel and do a little work. Hang out. Even with the headache, it’s good to get away.

Jim Hines has a sonic screwdriver pen. I wants one.

**don’t get me wrong–I like Alex Kingston’s hair. She could give me half of it, and not even miss it. Then I’d have actual hair and not the dark lint that’s atop my head now.***

***very thin. very fine. gun-sight hair&&

&&and I’ve apparently started to blog like Robin McKinley. Footnotes are your friends.

Spam comment of the day

“You are my inhalation.”

::sniffs::

Must be the new perfume.

Capricon schedule

I’ll be stopping by Capricon in Wheeling IL for one day only, Friday February 10th. But I have some great panels:

Reading: Kristine Smith – Friday, 02-10-2012 – 11:00 am to 11:30 am – River C (Cafe)

My First Doctor- The Classic Doctor Who Panel – Friday, 02-10-2012 – 11:30 am to 1:00 pm – Botanic Garden A (Special Events – Programming)
Whether he wore a scarf or a leather jacket, he was still the Doctor. Journey back into the vortex to late night PBS in the 1980s or the SciFi channel in the 00s as we look back at the first time we watched Doctor Who.
Javier Grillo-Marxuach
Michael Lee (M)
Kristine Smith
Dr. Michael Unger
Joy Ward

Does It Matter If Science Fiction Authors Are Bad at Predicting the Future? – Friday, 02-10-2012 – 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm – Willow
Sure, we get some things right, like flip phones or going to the moon, but SF authors also get a LOT wrong when they predict the future. Does it really matter? What is the value of the exercise of making predictions?
Cory Doctorow (M)
Bill Higgins
Kristine Smith
Gene Wolfe

One thing makes a post

Sitting at the dining room table, looking out the window into the backyard. There’s a robin sitting in the prairiefire crabapple, just looking around. Not used to seeing them at this time of year, but I recall someone telling me that for robins, wintering is relative. Far northern robins may go south, but their south is still north…if that makes sense.

My visitor must be one of those Arctic robins.

But they’re still a sign of !SPRING! to me, so Color Kris Confused. Yeah, I know. Doesn’t take much sometimes.

It will be an indoor weekend, working and pulling together stuff for Confusion. Going to try to pack light this time, but you know how that goes.

Still, a velvet jacket, jeans, and a few clean shirts should be enough, shouldn’t it?