Well, MFF is in the books.

The con itself was great! I had a really nice time with good friends and I met some really nice people! Unfortunately, everything that happened before and after the convention amounted to some of the worst times of my adult life and I am still having a very hard time recovering.

We'll start with the end first. Like a lot of people, I took a souvenir case of Covid home with me. I've been on my ass thanks to my viral buddy since the Monday after the con and I'm only just getting back to being able to function a week later. Congrats MFF, we were a super-spreader event!

The part that was a lot less fun than Covid though, and is still going to be causing me quite a lot of trouble for some time to come, was what happened on the way out to the con. Hailbop, goopypanther as many of you know them, was kind enough to pick Farore and I up and drive us to the airport on our way out to Chicago. Once the kitbot and I had settled in at our gate, ready to go, I got a phone call. Hale had returned to our apartment to discover a distinct lack of my car and a pile of broken window glass. Oh boy!

It turns out that one of our neighbors had seen Farore and I leaving with luggage and decided to take advantage by stealing my car. It's been 10 days since and there's been no sign of recovery of the car. I'm stuck in a crappy holding pattern now, waiting to find out how much my insurance is going to pay. No transportation when it's cold and rainy isn't all that great. Nor is living in an area that is really spread out, with even just our mailbox being a 20+ minute walk.

So for the holidays, I am going to be forced to buy a new car. Cool beans, perfect, dope. Exactly what I wanted.

Ugh.