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Thanks, Onicon!!!

For more great memories!!  The two days flew by too quickly but it was time to leave and head on home.  There is, however, nothing like my bed and my bathroom.

I’m now faced with what I’ve called PCN or Post Con Normalcy.  That is what I call the feeling you get after a convention when you realize you have to leave and go home after a three or perhaps day weekend and after meeting so many new people and making new friends, networking, connections and for the most part…having fun partying to the wee hours of the morning.

The long drive home from Galveston.  I now feel really landlocked since there’s nothing around me that resembles the Gulf and the sound of crashing waves and surf and the cool night air.  Okay, yes, it is smelly but I can ignore that part for the tranquil sounds of surf.

Taking a cue from Douglas Adams and what he wrote in The Hitchhikes Guide to the Galaxy,  “Space is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to space.”

My version of this is “Houston is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to Houston.”  Okay, so it may only take an hour or so to drive through Houston but it feels like three hours.  It’s like normal laws of Space/Time do not apply to Houston.