Mmm, holiday.

On Tuesday I went to work for the last time until May. I now have two weeks of holiday (which I've carefully arranged to run from a post-Calling Wednesday to a post-Calling Wednesday inclusive, so I can get drunk at two Callings rather than one :-). This is a blessed relief…

I spent Wednesday and part of yesterday beginning this holiday by being visited by a good friend I'd never met before (the joys of being a spod). Now I'm about to dash off to Hinckley to go to Eastercon, which Clare tells me also tends to be described as ‘a holiday with six hundred close friends you hadn't happened to meet before’. So this seems very much the theme of this week. The visit just past seemed to go well; I hope the weekend does too.

In the course of all this I haven't gone to bed sober since Sunday night, and from what I hear of Eastercon I don't expect to go to bed sober until (probably) Monday night when I'll just have driven home. This is pretty unusual for me – normally I don't drink more than two or three nights a week, and almost never two days running – but it just seems to be the way things worked out. *hic* :-)

I think once I get home I shall probably spend the next week asleep.