Proposed

This afternoon at 4:00 I said to myself, "I probably missed the deadline for proposals for the professional organization's convention this fall." But do you know, I had not missed the deadline. I had seven entire hours until the deadline.

I proceeded to knock together two lightning-fast proposals, which I have just submitted. (I am laughing a little at what 2007 Jamie might have thought about this undertaking -- that's when I first submitted one of these, and it took me many, many hours.) I wouldn't say they're excellent proposals, but I am feeling optimistic that they're good enough. I guess we'll see.

I haven't been to this convention since 2019. It feels like such a pre-pandemic thing to do, to gather indoors with 15,000 people. I am so out of practice with that kind of event. It was always a weird blend of exhausting and invigorating, even in the days when we didn't worry about the public health consequences of giant loud crowded gatherings.

But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself here. First we'll see if they accept my proposals, and then after that we'll see how my tolerance for conventions has morphed over the past few years. Wish me luck!