Per a couple requests, I was going to describe some of the highlights of my World Fantasy Convention experience but don't really feel like it now. I found out today that one of the women I've worked with over the years in the shelter died this week. I guess she was sleeping outside with some friends after an evening of drinking and choked to death on her own vommit. My only consolation is that the last time I saw her, I had time to stop and really talk to her. She was an incredibly sweet woman despite frequent abuse and her chemical dependency. When I saw her last, she looked pretty rough, as she had more and more over the past two years, but the photo in the orbituary reminded all of us how beautiful she'd been.