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Update: 5 Things On The 5th (December 2019...A Little Late)

Admittedly I totally had this list on the 5th, and then I got pretty well exiled from my computer. So I decided to sit down and put this up before I fall asleep again:
  1. I went back to the RAJ gaming event. Last year, it was my first convention after I had a massive mental breakdown at Matsuricon, and I was just happy I could stand on my own two feet for a few hours. This year, the partner and I got a hotel room and stayed downtown, and nobody else could fill the spots. It was kind of nice to have the whole hotel thing down pat, and I went up there midday when I couldn't stand the noise and took a nap. I think I might start doing that at conventions from now on. So if you don't see me on the floor on Saturday afternoons, assume I am asleep, or resting, and if you want to come up to my hotel we will see if I can swing it.
  2. On top of that, I got to perform at RAJ! We ironed out the kinks from the previous convention, although we didn't have the time or the money to buy a piano bag. But it was all set up, and it was a much cozier environment than the last time I played. Plus, I was playing for people who were my friends. RAJ was really helpful with my recovery and meeting new people. Too bad the goose got back in the way after that, but the good thing about memories is that you can pull them back out and say that they legitimately happened, with other people backing you up. 
  3. My family spontaneously came into town for Christmas. I was assuming I wouldn't get to see anybody, and I got to see most everybody. Bonus points for my brother instantaneously Photoshopping everybody together who was missing into one of our selfies.
  4. A lot of my in-town family, including my grandmother, went to go see the Nutcracker. My second cousin was playing the lead, and I'm quite certain all of us older folk just cried the entire time. It was beautiful, and it was also really inspiring.
  5. My partner's grandfather, after being in the hospital for a month because of surgery, got to come home for Christmas. And I let myself relax on the couch, and write, and watch Christmas specials. It was honestly the relaxation I didn't think I need, but I'm glad I still got.
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