I'm trying to think of what other news I should report, and coming up a bit blank. For others, life continued apace - my niece is a year old now, and cute_anarchy
's getting married in July. But for me it's been a kind of slow, inward-focused year, a sabbatical from the larger world, in which the weeks blurred together, differentiated by little but the procession of books on my bedside table and number of allergy medications I happened to be taking. And now it's time I suppose to dig out some less scruffy clothes and update my resume and try to remember how to interact with strangers. But maybe not until tomorrow.
If anyone is still reading this, hi. It's been a while, I know, and I offer no guarantees that this blog is not still slinking slowly into the night. But I thought, upon the eve of another move and another road trip, I'd send a few lines bobbing off onto the interwebian sea. Mr. B and I have spent the last few seasons in a little house in the mountains, keeping mainly to ourselves, without many happenings of note besides the comings and goings of the local turkeys and deer and newts and so forth. I finished several drafts of a novel, and am now contemplating what to write next. Mr. B taught me to bake bread and watched a bunch of DVDs with me, though this has not notably diminished his near-daily shock and horror at the myriad films I have still not seen, or in some cases heard of. And now we're in LA again for a few days visiting friends, family, and taquerias (and in my case getting a much-needed haircut), before heading to New Orleans to look for apartments, as Mr. B will be working at Tulane next year.