Rob and I leave tomorrow evening for WorldCon–or locally named LoneStarCon–and we’ve got most of the packing done.
I’ll be glad once we’re in San Antonio. In the past several years, I’ve gotten to be anxious about flying. Something about this trip has kinda kicked my anxiety into a bit of overdrive. If I don’t keep myself preoccupied while I’m awake, then the low buzz of anxiety overtakes my mind. I start to shake like I’ve had too much caffeine, and I have to stop and take a deep breath so I don’t feel like I’ll start hyperventilating. But I have meds to calm myself before we get on the plane.
And I have books to read to keep me occupied, and stories to read and finish critiquing for a workshop.
