I know there’s con depression after someone has finished a con, but i like to think it can extend to those at home who are actively missing or missed a con.
Watching others play and meet. Or missing a chance to do something fantastic with those you one day hope to see...

A conduction of fur so fine,
People and art fine like wine,
A time like that you’d think “now thats devine”
But to some back home they know “if i could only find the time”...
But even then while some can scream at the fun from suiters by any means,
Others are waiting for their mates locked behind computer screens..
the times for a flurry of furries,
Save your dimes or be in a hurry for faux prairies,
But all this varies, on money, time working on that daily grind,
So hear my phoney rhythm spewing from this scalie slime,
Still having a mountain to clime for birds most sublime...