Guys. I’m sorry. It is 9:28 as I sit down to type and I have just realized that it is Sunday and I should be posting a selfie. Please forgive me. I pretty much have not stopped since last Sunday. I look the same, with 3 more grey hairs and a deeper line between my eyebrows. Also, dark circles under my eyes, because sleep. I need it. We will get back to the SPS next week.

Today was the final day of Marscon. I attended a panel on steampunk and decided that yes, I am a fan. Historical science fiction. What ifs. Elegant clothing. Mechanical toys. What’s not to love? Just the LOOK of it makes me happy. I am already designing my costume for next year. No, I’m not telling you about it yet, but the whole image popped into my head complete, so I know it is going to be good. I will be “thrfting” as much of it as possible, and I am really looking forward to watching it come together. I promise, you will not be surprised when you see what I have done; instead you will nod your head in agreement that it is practically perfect in every way for me.

Now let’s talk about the picture! The last time my oldest child was home, she brought with her an embossed leather journal. It was the most beautiful shade of purple and had a huge butterfly on it. That thing has been on my mind for YEARS. But, when I am journaling, I really journal. I mean to say, I burn through the paper like fire will take a field of dry corn. And those embossed leather journals are spendy. I much prefer the thick books for $6.99 or the thin composition books you can get in August for $.99. Much more cost effective. But. Leather. So pretty. So fragrant. So permanent. So unavailable as a refillable holder for the notebooks I most often use. Right up until my table was set up across from a leather worker at Marscon. I ordered this design today as a folio. I am way excited. The maker is www.finelineleatherdesign.com. (They asked that I give them credit in exchange for using this picture .) Friendly folks, and priced lower than I expected based on the internet research I have done, in which I found plenty of pricey folios in all the wrong sizes. They had several designs, but this is the one that most appealed to me. I’m a classic gal drawn to classic images I guess. Besides, writing really is meditative for me, so what better symbol could there be for my journal? And, it will always look the same. There is an appeal to that for me that I really can’t explain. You will either get it or you won’t.

Okay. Con is over, work is done. I’m going down to spend a few minutes in the hot tub, with my hairy legs and wearing a t-shirt and panties, because I didn’t bring a suit. Don’t fret, the situation has been scoped out for me by my friend. There aren’t any fellas there and the ladies said they wouldn’t mind.