Zub Tales

Ray/Dave and I are ready to drive to Gen Con finally… finally, as in Dave’s watched me dash around the apartment like a fool checking and rechecking things, knowing fully well I’ll forget something anyways.

The car was checked yesterday, cleaned of bird shit today and is now ultra-travel-capable.

The bags are packed.

The portfolio is all stocked up and as far as I can tell, I’ve brought all the stuff I’m supposed to with me.

The apartment is clean.

Good God, am I really all ready to go?
I’m not nervous a bit. Nope.