I managed Chadd's Ford PA for a lovely Friday/Saturday. Then the smart money smelled rain, so the vendors in my environs decamped for home. I will say that the event was so enjoyable in many different ways, both for us and for the non-costumed folk.
But somewhere in there a seed was sewn... as I contemplated loading up the car.
And I walked over to the nearest large military unit and asked them if they wanted my tentage.
Then I went home and bought a new costume riding jacket.
So I am not out of the game, but will blanket-trade from baskets in the future. Truth of it is that I seem to gather bad weather the way a dog gathers fleas - unintentionally but steadily.
I also need to finish my next book and do all the things that years of devotion to "1777" have blocked me from doing. (Now ... if I could only afford those things!)