I'm beginning to feel halfway human after the emotional and physical "crash" yesterday - it was *very* hard getting through the work day - tho' the CD's I brought back from Getaway helped a lot. One co-worker claims she heard snoring coming from my cubby - but I don't think I ever actually dozed off. Zoned out, yes.

It's hard to sort out everything that went on over the weekend because there were so many levels. I had conversations on everything from reverse racism to extended families; ren-faire costumes, pub songs, filk songs, traditional songs. My ears eagerly drank in as much music as possible - and there were quite a few people there I would gladly have listened to for hours on end.

Barry Finn actually runs off some sort of atomic battery, doesn't he? He must, the man seems to gain energy as the night goes on. Occasionally I got tired just watching him.

I keep hearing about more and more things too, which I wish I could have caught - not just Saturday during the day when I "went missing" to fulfill some obligations at the MD ren-faire - but times I WAS there.