Water-proof shoes, when I remember to wear them, are totally awesome. I don’t think my feet have ever been this dry!

Wonderment at dry feet aside, I am totally ready for spring. Everything is perpetually damp and steamy, and I forget what the sun looks like. I think bringing Sally out last weekend was dreadfully premature – she’s soggy and sad, parked on the street like that. Tonight we’re going to bring her back up onto the sidewalk and wait to see if it’ll ever be nice outside again. I have faith that it will, but my faith and my patience don’t really see eye to eye. Spring needs to come NOW. I am truly tired of wearing pants.

I signed up to go to Northern Voice a couple of months ago. Unfortunately, when I registered for the conference I conveniently forgot that I am utterly terrified of meeting new people and also of crowds. I’m attending by myself, and I’m freaked right out – I don’t know anyone! I’m afraid of people! Why did I do this to myself? What if no one talks to me? Oh god. All this hyperventilating is making me dizzy.

Internet, force me to suck it up and go to the conference so I don’t chicken out and stay home hiding under the covers where, most of the time, there are neither crowds nor people I do not know.