I have survived the trials of shitty hotel wifi more or less unscathed, and had a wonderful time at the test conference. I’m also kicking myself a bit, since said conference was in San Francisco, on the harbor, and Thursday morning was picture-postcard perfect.
Alas, I did not think to take any photos, and by mid-afternoon smoke had started to roll in from the wildfires in the valley. Friday was so hazy that the organizers were recommending that people not go outside unless they absolutely had to, and providing masks for anyone who did go outside.
Oh, yes, and there were flakes of ash drifting onto cars and things.
In other moderately good news, the Bugger-cat had his second appointment with the oncologist yesterday, and he is doing reasonably well. He’s gained a little weight (alleluia, let us rejoice – he’s still way too thin, with his fur sticking up over his hipbones because there’s basically nothing there, but he’s gaining. He’s also (ick warning for the squeamish – after all the cleaning of said ick I’ve had to do in the last year or so, I’m pretty much immune to it) gone from almost pure liquid deposits to deposits with the texture of soft serve ice cream (description courtesy of The Husband). This is a good thing. It means he’s not getting dehydrated and that he’s getting more of a chance to absorb nutrients.
In other words, life carries on as usual. I need to work through the comments from last week (and thank you, everyone for the good thoughts about horrible hotel wifi, cat health, and everything else) and figure out which requested topics I can do a good post on. I also need to pull together a lovely rant on airports, flights, and the inability of airport start to get baggage from the plane to the baggage claim in less than an hour. That was not the best way to end the trip, but I did eventually get home with all my possessions and all my body parts in the correct place. By definition that makes it a good trip – sad that standards have fallen so.