FF was awesome with all my awesome furry fuckbeans and way too much drinking and cougar's butt agenda. I got a shirt that has a zebra on it and it says ZEBRA. it is what it says on the tin. I got to spend actual time with actual people I like. It was a con like I enjoy conventions.

Like usual, we book the hotel 'till Monday but bail Sunday night as to avoid traffic and grab some hours to ourselves. 6 hours later and the weasel is already snoring, the lion is laid out on the couch and all my cats were happy to see me and now all my cats are full of canned food and back to whatever it is cats do when they don't give a shit about you. But I liked the part where my outdoor cat yelled at me from the woods.

Most of my unpicked vege are probly soggy in the yard, oops. Froze three huge bags of them last week. Got what I could, you play the ripening gamble on end of the season peppers.

Haven't checked on the chickens. Kinda hoping a few didn't make the first frost test, I have too many. Chicken bones make good jewelery however.

Most comfortable part of con goes to Sunday when I was like F this S and got some hot tub time, some nap on a chair time and then laid in the women's only naked sauna by myself for like an hour with the heat on low. Smoked piggy. Needed that little bit of detox.

Tomorrow I guess I get my stink dog and rejoin the living world. Damn you furries make me want to draw furry art.

Oh yeah, and in typical fashion another member of my family passed away (my grandfather in 09, my aunt in 11). This time I was already in CT (the other two times I had to cancel fur fright to go to the funerals and assist with end of life things). This funeral is for my great uncle, only one I really knew as I don't know a lot of my extended family. He was 89 and from what I can remember a nice dude. Cheers, old dude. You're dead now and thats something.