Oh, My Stars and Garters

I had a moment of almost-fainting panic this evening, in Boston, down in the baggage claim after fetching my overpacked suitcase when I realized I *did not know where my keys were*, and that I did not remember where in the new purse I had to buy on Tuesday I might have put them, and OH NO, I threw away the old purse this morning *finally*. What if my keys were STILL in there???

On top of that, at last report, my catsitter's mom was covering for her while she had to go to Vermont to the funeral of her fiance's close mentor, and I couldn't call the mom during the week b/c I didn't have her phone number, so for all I knew the cats were dead in my apartment or something (I worry, I do, Pepper isn't made for the hot weather any more than I am), b/c mom wasn't following through (though I don't know why she wouldn't but she never called me ONCE), so, holy cow, I literally, literally, felt my stomach drop into my shoes.

And then of course, I unpacked my new purse and found I had successfully transferred my keys to it, made it home and observed two completely alive, perky felines, and all was immediately quite a bit more right with the world. Except I miss folks already.

In writerly news, I outlined a new version of the story I drafted during the workshop, swapping out genders on the characters and doing some other stuff, and started writing another in longhand while on the plane.

And I read almost all of volume XVIII of the WOTF anthology.