Morning! Lots to cover here and not much time, In fact I am going to Blog while doing four or five other things, so keep up. Or get culled from the pack.

I'm leaving for Ireland in the morning. For my first Holiday in, hmm. Let's go with a very long time. (Don't start in on the Evils of My Boss and how he doesn't let me go anywhere, he's all for it, when ever I want a Holiday, things just get busy, you know, and I forget about such things)

Doesn't this all sound nice? I am using my Writing Filter to put it all down, where the thoughts happen, enter the Filter and flow to my hands, and are typed up here, each word a pearl, and in the right order.

Let's try it with the Filter removed, straight from my Brain:

"Ack Ireland cool must write Fiends need Plan for Holiday fly small plane oh no bad idea what have I done New York Hotel tomorrow Kitty Wedding train where dog meds walk Plan Bengals desk papers file claim email gad oops need hotel la meetings talk to guy set up book 10 new messages stop hate blinking blackberry light need pants oops don't call them pants trousers in Ireland going Ireland help need assistant and dalek bag like Boss hope they like me"

See? Kid you not.

So the Plan for tomorrow and no, I can't tell you how I got myself into this is, for my Doctor to fly me in his little plane to the airport, to catch my Big Plane for Ireland. Seems easier than driving. (Flying out of a little airport to Chicago rather than Minneapolis, which was kind of farther away, but the price dropped insanely.)

I hate little planes. In fact, when this Doctor offers to fly Boss anywhere, I throw what can only be described as a Hissy Fit, complete with stomping feet and screaming. But this entire adventure feels a bit like stepping off a cliff anyway, so may as well start as we mean to go on.

Then I go to Ireland. Louisa who owns Raven Books in Dublin, has been helping me. (Small word, she's taking care of EVERYTHING) the Octocon people have been wonderful, I have SO many people all saying come, be with us here, including my own little Spirit Guide from Twitter whose name I can't remember who has offered to be my TOTAL tour guide in the days leading up to the Con. I am meeting up with Fiends Marjorie, Nathilie, Hellie. (The letter I meant to send you all was confirming breakfast Monday week and then suggesting doing, er, stuff. Cool?)

I am no longer worried about clothes. One gets a belt for the pants (STOP calling them Pants, pants there are Panties. This will be important.) And I bought SOCKS, tall ones. It's Ireland. They have clothes there. People will lend you clothes. It will work.

The important things to remember now are things like cords for the camera, so you can see lots of pictures of me bopping about (Hopefully with TROUSERS on) and the right Plug things so I can use my Computer.

I am staying at the Con hotel the entire time. (That's enough info, if you want to stalk me, do your homework)

Looking at my ME notes, as opposed to WORK notes, for the day, I see I also need: Shoes, Cord ack, moist, Octokitty, NOTb fr write and Glamour Magazine (that one I know, they mention Naptown Roller Derby Team this month!) Shower (yes, I do write that down, trust me) and Hot Tub Scale (For Ireland?)

Love and Ireland,
Lorraine