To East or to Err

Been seriously considering not going to Easter this year.

This is the first time, ever, in my life, that it's even occurred to me not to go. I've missed two Easters. The first was missed because I was away at college, with out a means of getting back because the guy would was going to be my ride up had dropped out a week or two before. The second was because my boss, or the assistant boss, I don't remember which, was a horrible bitch and even though I had requested the day off months in advance she still scheduled me for a shift in the middle of the day and of course no one was willing to trade with me because it was fucking Easter!

I know that I've never adequately explained my obsession with Easter here. I know because I checked to see if there was a post that I could point people back to so they'd be reminded of why this is a big deal for me. And, to be honest, I don't want to explain it here, either. So, trust me when I write that it's been an important part of my life for as long as I have been alive.

Which is why I was surprised when, while I was drifting off to sleep a week or so ago, my brain told me that I didn't really want to go this year.

Part of the thought, I think, comes from the fact that WonderCon is that weekend.

Part of it comes from being pretty sure that brothers aren't going to be there.

Part of it comes from Christmas.

Part of it comes from work.

None of them are significant parts. They don't even build to a significant part. But there's enough there that there is doubt.