Poor Athena. We signed her up for baseball some time ago, but thanks to the weather the season has been a total bust: They managed to play three games (which they won, so that’s nice), but four others have been rained out (including today’s game) and one was cancelled due to bad scheduling on the part of someone — her team’s opponent was scheduled for two games at the same time. There’s no one to blame for most of this — no one could have known that the last May (and the first day of June) would be as wet as they have been around here — but it’s still a bummer. All the games are scheduled for around 6pm, which is apparently the perfect time to have a thunderstorm. We’re well into the season; hopefully at the end of it they’ll have played more games than they’ve had cancelled on them.
When you sleep until 10:30 and wake up feeling like crap a few days after going to a science fiction convention, that’s so very much not a good sign. Late-attacking con crud is the worst kind. See, this is the dark side of going to conventions: they’re like kindergartens for grown-up geeks, in terms of swapping communicable diseases. Pretty sure I got sideswiped and whatever it is I got has gotten done incubating and is ready to say hello.
I don’t need this; I have to be in Chicago tomorrow for my 15th year college reunion. Let’s hope it’s just about waking up feeling crappy. Like hangover, three days late, for a guy who doesn’t drink. Yeah.
Wisconites (and others who went to conventions this last weekend): How you feeling?