Time to head back to ugly reality

So, okay, I've had my official "transition" weekend from Virginia Faire -- since I've learned that I can't go cold turkey and dive into cleaning up the house, and doing all the post-faire work. (As much as before Faire opens, really, just without the funny clothes on the weekend and that feeling of abject nausea I get when facing an impossible printing deadline, fielding the fifth "I can't be there this weekend" call from volunteers, realizing that all of the copy centers are closed kind of stuff.)

If I just suddenly stayed home and contemplated the squalor that is my home and car, I'd probably just set it on fire, change my name and vanish.

So, instead the Captain and I headed to Celtic Fling, ( where, sure I was dressed in funny clothes, walking around a renfaire site, but there was alcohol in my tankard and I was in charge of NOTHING. )