Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"The heart's just a muscle, you know. It doesn't really break, it just gets bruised. Bruises go away. Especially if the muscle's healthy. So that's it! Just exercise your heart!" -- Wolfgang Laebmauntsforscynneweëld, in Forward the Mage, by Eric Flint & Richard Roach (Baen Books, 2002; ISBN: 0-7434-3524-9 1, LC: PS3556.L548 F67 2002, DD: 813'.54--dc21 2001056468)

[Not that bruises can't be plenty serious and painful too, of course -- I actually wound up with scar tissue inside my hand from one -- but it's still an interesting perspective-shift.]

I'm not going to ConCertino this weekend; everyone who does go has to have a good time and make sure my share of the fun doesn't go to waste.

The primary reason is lack of funds, amplified by a bit of a bad spell body-wise this week which a) got in the way of my trying to find a workaround for the lack of funds and b) has me feeling a bit drained-feeling to be enthusiastic about travel right now. I'm always bummed to miss the floating regional filk convention, and this time it's not even because of a conflicting gig to distract me ... but between my finances and my health, these things happen. I hope nobody was counting on borrowing something from the Wall Of Instruments; if so, I apologize.

Yeah, I'd been looking forward to the convention for a year, but I pretty much saw this coming from a couple weeks away, so I've had some time to get the anti-sulking defenses in place. I'll just try that much harder to get to the next one (and to actually have some new songs to perform by then). What city has the honour next year?

In the meantime, it's not as though I lack important and overdue things on my to-do list if my energy level improves over the weekend (as I'm hoping it will).

And maybe one of these years I'll finally manage to make it to OVFF and/or FKO, which I've been wanting to get to for about ten years.