The very short version

Stranded in Dallas two days beyond when I was supposed to be home.
Glad to be home, even though the company was good.
Met fab people.
Had sex. Had planned on not having sex.
The best part was talking to people from all over who work in the same field, who I could talk to about challenges and successes, about identity politics, about personal v. political v. professional and how they overlap and how to draw those boundaries. And while I have wonderful friends both online and off, the perspective just isn't the same from the outside. I do appreciate the whining you all let me do though.

(the long version, which needs to be typed up from the pages I wrote, since unlike clockwatcher I didn't go online the entire time I was gone will appear sometime later. This would also be why I need a sugar parenttype who wants to do things like a laptop with wireless access for me.)

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I came home to kitties who were happy to see me.
Large quantities of kittypuke in the kitchen,
And balloons in my bedroom. Shiny mylar valentine's day balloons.

Which after the horrible way the rest of this day went was just fantabulous.

(Getting up at 4 AM to get a flight, showering and finishing packing in the dark cause the hotel electricity went out, carrying all my things down to the lobby, the plane being delayed because one of the flight attendants was MIA-not at the airport, climbing through thigh deep snow to get to my car, and my car not starting when I got there-the car is being repaird and needs about $450 worth of work, I knew it was sick but not that sick.)