Sneaking Up Slowly

Pennsic is damn soon, now.

To be more accurate, Pennsic has started. I'm just not going until next week. Plenty of time to prepare and get ready. And there's no reason for me to fret or panic, really, is there?

Just because I'm teaching classes on my own for the first time? Or because I'm teaching a cooking class, the likes of which I have very little experience even attending? Or how about because I'm putting together a book-and-CD of dances I've translated and helped reconstruct, to sell on consignment?

And there's always the performance I've agreed to do, with a bunch of folks I don't know, in Roman garb that I've never worn before, let alone tried to sew.

Nothing to worry about, I'm sure.

I've double and triple-checked my handouts for my classes. I've proofread my booklet, and I just need to make a cover and re-format it in the right page-layout. I've got at least an honest start on Roman garb, and assurance from a local expert that the rest can be done by hand at our campsite. I'm desperately sure that there's something that I'm forgetting, but I'm also fairly certain that I'm overthinking this to a drastic extent.

I think I need a heavy-duty distraction right now....