That never sleeps

Tomorrow morning, I'll take one of my favourite train rides: a trip that winds down along a river and arrives eventually in the City Like No Other. I can't read or write on a train because it makes me motion sick, so what I do is just sit and stare out the window, eating the snacks I brought, daydreaming, making up stories about the stuff I see out the window or the other people in the train, but mostly — doing absolutely nothing. I love that. It's so seldom that I give myself permission to do nothing.

By afternoon, I'll be wandering around Urban Sophisticate Sister's neighborhood. When she gets out of work, we'll go out to eat, and then Wednesday, I've got the whole day to explore what is one of the most fascinating cities in the world before meeting a blogger friend for dinner.

That's my plan, mostly. I am going to wander around neighborhoods, visit some museums, and eat great vegan meals with friends. Oh, and beginning Wednesday night, I've got this whole conference to attend, too, jampacked with cool sessions and fantastic readings. My conference roommate and I have been trying to figure out what the conference acronym stands for: I thought it was A Wild Party, but she thinks it means Attractive Weird Poets. Either one works for me.