Home again. I am flat flat flat. Manresa Castle is a pretty damned cool place. There was no bathroom in our room there, but we had a private bath across the hall that had a HUGE jacuzzi, which we used after the evening's events for a small hot tub party.
The seance was fun but not much happened, which we rather expected. The murder mystery was hilarious. (Almost) everybody died. A long time ago. Most of the group were actually ghosts. It was exceedingly amusing.gra_is_stor
and I had brunch down in Port Townsend at the Silverwater restaurant. They've started doing Sunday brunch and it was really excellent food that had things both of us could eat. It can be really hard to find a place that serves both breakfast food and lunch food at the same time, so I was delighted to find that they'd started doing this a little less than a year ago.
Bookshops were haunted. A couple of books were purchased. I tried to go to a writer's bookshop and resource center, which claimed to be open from 11am on Sundays, but we stopped several times between 11 and 12, and nobody was there. Writers. Unreliable, the lot of 'em.
Upon departing Port Townsend, we pretty much drove straight onto the Kingston to Edmonds ferry, being the next to last vehicle aboard before the sailing. We were right behind some of the other folks who had been at the party.
When I got home I had another order for the Circle of Stones
pdf file, which I sent out promptly.
I am now going to slug off to bed for a bit. We had to be checked out of the hotel by 11am, but my eyes wobbled open at 8:30 and I'm just crispy.