1.5 days until Shatterdome Atlanta.

We're driving down in the morning. I've gotten everything I need together (I hope), but I still need to pack my bathroom stuff in the morning. I need to use it first.

Most of what I've been doing the last few days is organizing things and sending email to the people who are getting the things done. Which leads me to the realization that a functional con comm is a glorious thing, as opposed to the utterly dysfunctional one I used to be part of. (The chairs are micromanaging shitlords who can't delegate worth a dog's fart. Whereas I've said, basically, "Ops person, you are experienced. Do your thing and keep me informed." And since I really like organizing things, this is so up my alley.)

I'm sad that my new jeans will be arriving tomorrow almost certainly after we leave. I hope they fit.