To the Beach!
Prepping grimly for our Official Yearly Vacation That Is Not A Working Thing.
We are going to the beach. There will be Mandatory Family Togetherness.
I have brought lots of work to get done--I want to finish the Book With The Hedgehog and do art for Anthrocon--but am hoping to see the wild ponies that apparently are the ones Marguerite Henry wrote about. (Well, their descendants, anyhow. That would make nine-year-old me very happy.)
Presumably there will be some relaxation or something, but too much of that will overload my tiny workaholic brain and they will find me shivering in a corner trying to construct a five year plan or whatever, so I hope to have brought enough work to buffer it.
We are going to the beach. There will be Mandatory Family Togetherness.
I have brought lots of work to get done--I want to finish the Book With The Hedgehog and do art for Anthrocon--but am hoping to see the wild ponies that apparently are the ones Marguerite Henry wrote about. (Well, their descendants, anyhow. That would make nine-year-old me very happy.)
Presumably there will be some relaxation or something, but too much of that will overload my tiny workaholic brain and they will find me shivering in a corner trying to construct a five year plan or whatever, so I hope to have brought enough work to buffer it.