Okay, so even though I did bring my laptop with me to the con, I obviously did not make any journal entries. However, we did have a very nice time. It was very relaxing, with no stress about having to be anywhere or meet anyone or do anything. We slept a lot, ate a lot, and on Saturday night we danced a lot. We got to hang out with Mike Resnick a bit and trade dirty jokes, and I got to speak rather briefly with Toni W. of Baen and learn that there's still no word on my friggin' novel.

We ended up leaving the con fairly early this morning, since we wanted to get back to Slidell in time to go out again and go shooting. Kent did amazingly well, especially considering that it was his first time shooting a pistol (other than black-powder.) I did amazingly poorly. Oh well.

After shooting we went to spring Zeus from doggie jail. He was suitably pleased to see me, and did much running around once he got back into his home yard. He has completely adapted to Kent's presence in the house and environs; there's not even a hint of aggression toward him anymore.

Other events of the day included a visit to my dad in the hospital. He's looking tons better, and apparantly feeling better too. Being sick must be lucky for him, because he got five out of six numbers in the lottery this week, which earns him $1500 or so. Jay (the ex-husband) and I once matched five numbers, way back in the very infancy of our marriage, and the influx of cash came at a very welcome time.

And then finally Kent and I went to see The Sixth Sense which is a truly incredibly well-made movie. If you have seen it already, please don't tell anyone else about it other than that it's good. If you haven't seen it, go see it, and plug your ears and sing, "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA," if someone tries to tell you what happens in the movie.