There isn't an interesting blog tonight. I sat at the computer with the full intention of at least getting some Pennsic XL photos out for those of my SCA family and friends to say "yep, that's me", and for those of my other family and friends to say "so that's what she did for two weeks, crazy girl".
But first I finished clearing out emails, and FB notices, and then I wrote a weightly email about my son. It wasn't very long, but it acted like the catalystic stone wall for my less than awake brain and feebled creative juices.
To avoid being sombre, I'm going to avoid talking about it. I think it's also a result of the effect of returning to real life has been upon my mental well being. Run charging into the mosh pit of hell whilst naked. Because, in the worst of your dreams, you rarely have all your clothes on.
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