Scarce

Haircuts this morning, then errands. Drawing the last of the cash out of the account for travel funds, just to add a little edge to the general air of WorldCon excitement. Misty outside, air settling over the trees like a wet blanket. Thunderstorms heading our way; with luck they'll sweep this nasty stuff out and leave us something clean and cool.

Wrists hurt like a sonuvagun. That'll teach me to wrap coins.