On fire that glows With heat intense / I turn the hose Of common sense

PHYLLIS: But I'd rather have half a mortal I do love, than half a dozen I don't!
STREPHON: Oh, I think not -- go to your half-dozen.
PHYLLIS: It's only two! and I hate 'em! Please forgive me!

Life is never boring when it's imitating Iolanthe. (Perhaps I shall put on some glitter and explore my fairy nature. Just in time for auditions next week.)

ablock: So now you are going to go to Worldcon and not hook up with anyone?
chanaleh: That's pretty much my plan, yes.
ablock: Riiight.
chanaleh: I am capable of restraining myself, you know.
ablock: I'm just saying the timing is... ironic.

The bit that's actually ironic, though, is that [now that I have actually met someone new who seems worth serious interest, and decided that I would like to pursue this avenue if possible,] technically this is perhaps the least "attached" I have been anytime in the last, oh, five (six?) years. (Except for last September, but anyone who was there will note that I was still pretty entangled even at that point.)

I am practicing detachment. I am taking things slowly. [Insert notes to self on time dilation phenomena here.]

Which is good for me on its own merits; otherwise I don't think I could face this at all. But I am.

I am coping by taking long walks: to work, from work, rambling around Central Square late at night.

As of this morning, I have lost five pounds.
(Of course, it's also hayfever season, which kills my appetite anyway.)

Still, I think it's going to be a good weekend. And a good con. Neil Gaiman is MC'ing the Hugos Saturday night!
Also, MuffinButtons! Look for me at-con!