15 August 2004 - 4:51 PM
Surveying the Empty Hall
(listens to echoes)
Figured as much. Everyone's off to Pennsic and I'm left alone to hold the diaryland fort.
The Viking was sent forth to the fields of glory in the small hours of Saturday morning. This was by design; he finished his waggonloading, took a solid nap, and left in the pre-dawn darkness with thoughts of avoiding the worst of the traffic. Apparently it worked; he called me when he got into camp, tired but on time and in one piece.
I am stuck at home with an almighty heap of dirty dishes.