Words are inadequate

And thus ends the Four Weeks Of Ridiculously Busy. (We now return to your regularly-scheduled Busy.)

I was down in Portland early last week, for the Write The Docs tech writing conference. It was good! Lots of friendly people, some good conversations. Nice to be reminded that tech writing is something that I sometimes enjoy. I also ran into ex-coworkers N-- and S--: about a year after I got laid off, they left MSTR and moved to Seattle, where they seem pretty happy. So that was kind of great. If I go next year I'm just taking the train home afterwards, and skipping out on the last session: I stayed an extra day and flew home too early in the morning this time, and that was both expensive and physically rough.

I also took the opportunity to wander through Powell's. I left with: Nnedi Okorafor's three Binti books; nice Easton Press editions of This Immortal and WJW's Metropolitan (!); a copy of Last Call because I don't currently own one; Noelle Stevenson's Nimona (which I've read online but I believe the print edition has more and/or different stuff); a giftable Dragon Waiting, the first I've found in some years; a set of interviews with Ursula Le Guin; and [REDACTED] for Julianne, whose birthday it just was. And also with a sense of wonder and comfort, because Powell's really is just that pleasant for me to be in.

(I did /not/ pick up Murderbot 2, because I didn't realise until later that it would be out when I was there. I did preorder it from Indigo, though, and have already devoured it. Quite enjoyable.)

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Then on Thursday, Jenn P-- came into town. I've not seen Jenn in, o, I guess it's about three and a half years now, which is Just Too Long. We talked the evening away, and the next morning wandered around Van Dusen with her Todd when he got free of work, and I had a beer ("Berliner Geist" by Strange Fellows) that is the first beer not offered to me by Erin that I have voluntarily put in my mouth a second time, and then they went off to tourist for a couple of days.

I've missed her. I've missed that sense of connection and history, and of reconnection after an absence. I'm also glad that copy of Dragon Waiting turned up, as it left with her. Twenty-two hours was not really enough time: there were (being deliberately vague) some additional conversations I'd've liked to have had, that I didn't even realise how to put into words until a couple of hours before the end.

This is, to some extent, how I operate: I get new information and it takes me some time to process it, and I can't really process it while doing something else (like, say, holding a conversation) at the same time. When I'm aware of it I can take a brief break and recenter my head and be ready to act on the new information. In a stressful situation I'm not always even aware of it, though, and interacting with another human is often a stressful situation no matter how much I like them or know them.

The other tricky part, of course, is recognising when I'm squelching my responses because I need to process new information versus when I'm squelching my responses because I'm trying to bury the new information and not deal with it.

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Had folks over for games again on Saturday, which went well but was certainly not low-stress. Friday evening and Sunday daytime became much-needed recovery days. I'm still moving a bit slow today.

And Wednesday morning I fly up north, for two weeks this time. Curious to see how it goes; I expect it will turn out to be easier than one week at a time. Very much looking forward to seeing Erin again, too. That's been easier as spring has set in, on a number of fronts: most notably, I've had more cope, and can start digging through things that I kept burying because I was in survival mode for so much of last year.

There. That's that month, except for the pagan stuff that I still don't know how to talk about, not really. Will try again later.

Yay Columbus Airport has wireless, and I have a bit of laptop battery left.

I spent a couple of days hanging out with darkfyre_muse and jpenamelist when they brought the cats out, which worked out well for all parties. (Even the cats calmed down once they got home.) My esteemed guests got to wander around downtown Vancouver during the day, and eat delicious fishes at night, and there was much good conversation of a kind I've missed. The kind where you're with people you like and know reasonably well but haven't seen much of lately. It's good to be around people I know.

Origins was also good for being around people I know, but that probably wants its own post when I'm not rushing to get on a plane.

... and now they're threatening to check my bag because the flight's full. Jerks. I hate checking bags. Every time I've checked a bag in the last five years it's gone to Chicago, unless I was going through Chicago, in which case it's gone through Denver. I was so proud of compressing everything down to just the suitcase, too. Time to repack.

ETA false alarm. Waste of time repacking into two bags but at least i have my luggage with me.