I had my re-audition for choir last night, which always makes me really, really nervous despite having been in this choir since 1995, and being friendly with my conductor. Afterwards, I went home and puttered instead of writing, mostly packing for WisCon. The books I chose were Elizabeth Hoyt's To Taste Temptation for the trip out and Lydia Joyce's The Veil of Night and Shana Abé's The Smoke Thief for the way back. If I need more than that, there will be no shortage of books in the dealers' room at the con.
I have my cover flat packed, and business cards, and something to read at the Sunday night Lethe party (readings from Haunted Hearths and Periphery), and a copy of my manuscript and of course my notebook for ideas that crop up on the revision while I'm gone. I updated the music on my MP3 player. It's all done.