I'm going.
I'm definitely going.
I think.
I should be okay to go.
Really, it's 2 years away - I can organise myself in 2 years can't I.
I might need to get a "real" job - one of those ones that pays you to do something to go, but I'm definitely, possibly, wanting, probably to go.
Partly this is because Hawaii's not quite so much cut lunches and waterbags away from where I'm at.
Plus in 2 years I can probably explain to my Australian Terrier why I'm away. (SO can swan off on business trips a couple of times a year - that's no problem, but little dogs need me). If he doesn't miss me when I'm away I'll strangle him when I get back.
But in 2 years time our Ancient German Shepherds will be even more ancient.
And LCC's in cider making season - will I be able to get away.
But I really really really want to go to at least one of these conventions whilst the knees still sort of work, the eyes are still functioning, and my brain has a slight grasp on reality.
So I'll be signed up and paid up before September.
Really
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