Done yesterday (20091122 Su)

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Very strange day. A bit of an emotional rollercoaster. The main event was the SAIL reunion. Very strange. All these vaguely familiar old people. Yes, it was very good to see them, but I'd made few friends there, and no really close ones. My main feeling was nostalgia, plus quite a lot of regret over missed opportunities. A number of people were honored for their accomplishments; most of those were slightly before my time.

I regretted that I'd procrastinated signing up for the dinner/reception; there would have been more opportunities to talk. But when I got home I found that the YD had made a complete, delicious Thanksgiving dinner. I wouldn't have wanted to miss that! Colleen and I were terrificly proud of her.

I did a little singing after dinner: "Inherit the Earth", "Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of", and "Riverheart". All of which will be in my set at Loscon. Singing is good for me -- why don't I do more of it?

Then I logged in on the saildart.org/ archive site, using my ancient login and the password that I got from BGB. Gods! I thought some of those files were gone forever. My journal (not clear if the Carleton data was there, though; I may still have to scan that, if I can find it). My patched-together version of Thomas Rhymer. Talk about wallowing in the past.

For links, we have Wikipedia's comparison of e-mail clients, a song, Inn of the Stars, that I want to hear sung, and BBC News - Alcohol 'protects men's hearts' (from osewalrus: Sexism or Habit?) Yup: "Drinking alcohol every day cuts the risk of heart disease in men by more than a third, a major study suggests."