On August 3, I made the relatively routine trek to Burger King and back, about 2.5 miles each way. I ran out of gas in a serious way on the way home, and shambled the last mile and a half at well under 2 mph. Residual fatigue from the previous day, I imagine.
On Saturday, August 6, I got off work at noon, went home, vegged out briefly, then packed and dragged Dementia down to Indianapolis for GenCon. We barely managed to get to the convention center in time to buy our badges for Sunday before they closed registration for the night; I had to stand in line behind about 20 people while Dementia circled the block. Still, it was quite an improvement over the 90 minutes we stood in line on Sunday morning the previous year. Our main reason for going, the promised physical version of my gnoll book, did not materialize. I did manage to make contact with Skirmisher CEO Mike Varhola (as well as perennial Skirmisher booth babe Emily), as well as Head Buffalo Rick Loomis (officially the longest running continuous vendor at GenCon), Trollgod Ken St. Andre, and Trollhalla denizens Corencio, Kopfy, Peryton, and Sligo. After the con, we went for a short swim, and then met Deb Doty and partner Jennie for dinner. It has been nearly three years since I have seen Deb and Jen; Dementia had not seen Deb since 1995, and had never met Jen. It was a good visit, though a few of my rampant depression buttons were pushed and the meeting ended on a down note.
We are WAY behind on movies, but I am not sure I care much. I think that is a bad sign...