In which we convene for cupcakes.

After a kind of hellacious all-nighter -- which is what happens when you have a flight leaving at 7:45 in the morning and the TSA wants you there three hours beforehand -- I am safely ensconced in Tucson with coffeeem, willshetterly, matociquala, and truepenny.

Look! Arizona!



I got in around 1:45 in the afternoon after a layover in Denver, in which I saw one (1) gentleman wearing a cowboy hat unironically and a landscape that was something like a rucked-up brown towel, all textures and folds and no colour. We headed pretty much straight to the grocery store for the important things and then home, and proceeded to eat guacamole and, eventually, matociquala's enchiladas.

The enchiladas almost proved deadly, since this:



Was initially put into this:



Which, since it was smelled vaporizing in time, did not actually cause this:


This is not the Emergency Hazmat Capascin Poisoning system. If this was a real emergency, most of the writing staff of Shadow Unit would have been obliterated in a biohazard site.

But yes, eventually we did make our enchiladas and eat our dinner and laze about, and we have already found some contributions for the Signs: An Irregular Series file.



Tomorrow is to be museuming and the visiting of ponies and some wonderful, wonderful sleep. And it is soon. So goodnight. *g*