Margo in Chicago
It's warm here; the perfect temperature. I've thawed out from the Sydney winter, although I haven't got properly sunburnt yet.
The Chicago weekend was an absolute whirl of head-swelling encounters and events. There seemed to be more meals than usually occur in 3 days—although, now, surprisingly, we're hungry again, after our day's driving. In fact, I'm going to have to put off this update until after we go in to Andy's Chinese Dragon and have dinner, and before we pass out from jetlag and extended partying.
In the meantime, greetings to all those straggling home after ALA—I only saw a tiny corner of it, but it looked like a great convention.