It doesn't really matter what chords I play

The day following the con woke with us gradually coming to accept that (a) the convention didn't have events going on anymore, (b) the hotel kind of wanted us to check out at some point during the day, and (c) the hotel had changed the password for their free wireless Internet. Actually, they'd changed it just a little bit --- the terminal ``19'' rolled over to ``20'', I think --- and our elite skills let us hack through that and let bunny_hugger check out online, so all we needed to do was put everything in her car, leave the keys and a tip for the maid on the table, and exit.

( And as we bade farewell to Ohio we knew that someday we would return because they have a candy shop with a raccoon mascot.  )

But we got to her home, safe and sound, finding everything as it ought to be. We settled in for a quiet night of some dull things like my doing laundry and some exciting things like my having dinner with her, or my seeing her for hours on end, uninterrupted.

Trivia: The Michigan-Ohio border runs slightly south of due west; the straight segment is intended to run from just above Toledo to the southernmost point of Lake Michigan, stopping at the western border of Ohio. Source: How The States Got Their Shapes, Mark Stein.

Currently Reading: Taurus Four, Rena Vale. A ``space sociologist'' is stranded on a world colonized by the descendants of a hippie commune kidnapped at the dawn of the Saurian Wars, as the planet is itself being colonized by new non-humans. This ought to be cooler than it is.