Fiction Can Be Strange, But Writers Are Beyond Strange

I love going to Readercon. Even though I have to run around like a squirrel trying to collect nuts at the last minute before the cold winds of Winter come screaming down from the North. I can only have one day at Readercon, mainly because of Eddie, who will not allow me to leave him alone overnight. The last time I left him alone while I went to Bora Bora for a weekend, he had a wild party with some of his feathered friends, and trashed the place. There was bird poop everywhere.
Anyroad (anyway; anyhow), I left around 8 am yesterday morning, and arrived at the convention around 10 am. I didn't pre-register, so it took me about 3/4's of an hour to get through the rather long line at the registration desk. Then the race began. I brought 2 large duffel bags and a backpack, all filled with books to get signed. If I was not waiting in line at the Autograph desk for the various author signings, I was on my way to catch an author as he/she left a panel presentation (there were different discussion panels every hour featuring 3 to 5 writers with, of course, an audience that sometimes took part, and usually at least, got to ask questions after the presentation). There were also readings given by a wide variety of Authors (one at a time of course) every half-hour. I did get the chance to listen to 3 or 4 of the readings, which I did enjoy, two in particular. 
I did have a wonderful time. It was, however, very exhausting. My one regret was not having the time to socialize as much as I would have liked. As it was, I always had to know where I was going next to track down my next illusive signature. I did also, get to sit in on a couple of panels, where I was hoping to corner one or more of the participating authors, in order to coerce them to sign their books for me once the panel ended. Don't misunderstand me, I truly enjoyed the panels I sat in on. There were enough wonderful characters (both writers and fans) there to send a dedicated people-watcher directly to heaven. Cons (Conventions) are their own world. As I heard one fan say while waiting in line to register, "I love coming here and leaving everday reality behind." The fans are as interesting to observe as the writers themselves. And writers are a different breed of human. About as close to the average, everyday commuter, as a hunter in a tree, holding a rock,and waiting for the next brilliant idea to pop up. 
Anyroad, I am completely wiped-out ( I got home around 8:45 pm), and my back is killing me (those damn books are seriously heavy). The household chores, that I am always doing in such a timely manner (heavy sarcasm), are circling me like Indians (Native Americans) on the warpath circling a wagon train in the Old West (you'll have to check back to the 1800's for information on wagon trains, since we really don't travel that way anymore).
Eddie, meantime, is keeping a close eye on me. He starts screaming if I get anywhere close to the door. He wants to make sure I'm not going to sneak off  anywhere. Again. He's definitely going to make me pay for abandoning him yesterday. Ah, well. Life, at least for the moment, is very far from boring. 
Today's word to the wise? If you don't like the way something looks, change your point of view. Or, simply find something else to look at. 
Anybody good at giving back massages? I could really use one...