I missed the basefilk. I didn't want to. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to go because A) I've been coughing and hacking with no voice worth speaking of for two weeks now and it doesn't seem to be getting any better, and because B) the van was dead. I kept hoping anyway — I really wanted to go. And then miracle of miracles, when Boyd went to try start the van this morning, it proved not to be dead after all. He drove it all the way into the shop, flushed and filled the transmission and it still wasn't dead. I told him I wanted to go to the filksing, and I got out of bed and sat up waiting for him to get home, and by the time he got home I was so tired I couldn't fool myself any longer. I just wasn't well enough to go to a filksing.
So, anyway, on to more cheerful stuff. A little while ago