Post-con status report.

Back and tired, with a full Muskrat Jamboree report to come later. But to sum up: squee was made, vodka was drunk, dancing went down, and I just cooked up several lunches and dinners because laundry's easy enough to do on slow, low-energy evenings but cooking, not so much.

Time to clear off the bed, fall into it, and then throw myself at the working week.