The growing wave

Recently I was feeling over-committed and dropped off the Potlatch committee to simplify my life, because I knew things were just going to get more complicated. I think everything's manageable at this point, but I don't seem to be lacking for things to do, especially with regular household chores thrown in. This last weekend I ended up skipping the Clarion West party on Friday so that I could proof Alternative Pants. On Saturday I worked on my WOOF zine, revised my blog post on Moebius, got caught up on correspondence, and watered the garden. Yesterday I finished the WOOF zine (barring swapping out a couple of photos), completed another blog post (lots of Photoshop work), and then let John Berry talk me into joining the group at Pike Brewery who met Ed & Sandy Meskys, who are traveling Out West on their way to Reno for the Worldcon.

Next weekend is a family reunion in Oregon, hosted by my mom this year, and the week after that the TAFF and DUFF delegates arrive, and the week after that is Worldcon, and the week after that the Fishlifters are in town. Feels like the roller coaster ride has started. Where'd my seat belt get to?