Done with the event.

There wasn’t quite tornado-level winds during feast (I was headed home by then), but it was close. I headed back in this morning to do clean-up, check that the site got policed, and whatnot. I am back, and now drinking a cider — and doing nothing else in particular*.

Moe Lane

PS: I think it all went well. Nobody came up to scream at me, which is a good sign.

*The cider is almost gone, so now I have to decide when I want my second one. That there will be a second one is inevitable, but I may want to take a nap first. Then again, I’ve been crashing out at 10 PM for the last two nights, so my sleep deficit is smaller than usual.