“Am I home?” “If you want to be.”

I’m not dead, but I could very easily see how you could come to that conclusion. SO BUSY.

Enjoyable adventures have included cookouts, baby showers, weddings, pet-sitting, a few movies, seeing Doctor Who on the big screen, my first race, the acquisition of a cider press for some excellent friends, throwing a birthday party for said friends, and meals with a slew of magnificent people in a variety of locations. One of the very best evenings was a picnic in the park with my young man, during which we ran into several other couples we knew. The gentlemen whisked themselves away and emerged from the woods moments later with bow ties, flowers, and a rehearsed barbershop quartet version of the Beach Boys’ “God Only Knows.” Incredible man, mine is.

Less enjoyable adventures have included my first speeding ticket (incurred while being enthralled by an episode of RadioLab, curse your fascinating stories), my car springing a massive oil leak, somewhat botching a conference, and slogging through editors’ notes. If there’s anything more character-building than reading editors’ notes, may I never experience it. This is really good for me! It’s also a little agonizing.  Revisions on the first volume of The Cendrillon Cycle are due at the end of the month, so any spare time stolen from an insanely busy day-job is being used for those.

Next Wednesday I’m off to Tennessee for a blissful week and a half for the Feast of Tabernacles, which will be wonderful!