And it's off to San Diego with me. Those of you who fret for the well-being of Lydia, the cat I feed on my back porch, needn't fret. The housesitter will make sure she is well-fed, and I have an array of plumbers and tile guys rebuilding a bathroom and portions of my kitchen whilst I'm down in S.D. hosting panel after panel. So she will not starve for food or attention. (And remind me when I get back to tell you all about Max, a new feline who's joined the throng at the backyard supper dishes. Max is obviously aware that I write the Garfield cartoons and thinks, wrongly, that if he hangs around and gets morbidly obese on the Friskies I put out, he too will enjoy such stardom.)
I have no idea how much, if at all, I'll be posting at the con. Friday, I have three business meetings, an hour of book-signing, four panels to host and one I've promised to visit, plus I have a dinner date and then I'm presenting an award at the big awards gala, dashing out to do a video-type interview, then dashing back to the awards show. Saturday is busier than Friday. I will however try to get a link up here whenever Fred Kaplan posts whatever he's going to post on the current doings with Iraq. Read back on this guy's old articles, people. He's called just about everything exactly right. Wouldn't be nice if we could say that about anyone in our government?
If you see me down there, say hello…and forgive me if I seem distracted at the moment. That's my natural condition, even when I'm not at a Comic-Con International. Each year, it seems, I come back to find one person on the Internet who thinks I snubbed him or her because they said howdy and didn't get what they felt was courteous attention. That is so unlike me and it bothers me that it ever happens. Let's see if I can get through this con without it happening again.