Anyway, that's done. Over. History. We also stopped by the depot on Peachtree Street and picked up our tickets, so we won't have to frell about with that come Wednesday evening. Atlanta has a nice train station, very much better than Birmingham's. In fact, it's possibly the most pleasant place I've been since we moved to Atlanta, and gives me the same comfort I used to get from the Southern History Dept. of the old Birmingham Public Library — age and dignity and substance. I think the best part about the trip is that I will get large doses of all three of those things. You only need know where to look.
Gods, my brain's still all boggy and nervous from the mall.
It's starting to look as though my reading at Dragon*Con will be Sunday afternoon at 5:30 (September 5th). I'd have preferred Saturday, but apparently that wasn't an option. I requested a larger room this year, because the readings have been packed wall to wall the last two years, and at least I got that, so I really shouldn't argue. It's just that by Sunday I'll be Nar'eth, and the last time I let her do a reading...well, the less said the better.
I'll arrange for handlers. And I least I shan't be the only Nebari...