Cautiously optimistic. I know it'll take a while to start feeling better.
Concern of the day: I'm trying to figure out how paranoid I need be re: cross-contamination. I know I need my own colander. Do I need my own dishes?
Bear with me! The reading/concert is tomorrow night, and nothing based on my story goes up next week, so you'll have a reprieve soon. But.
* Did I mention that the reading/concert is tomorrow night? Lily Pad. Cambridge (Inman Square). 7:30pm. This is the first event emilytheslayer's organized for the IAF; help make it even more awesome.
* Auctions! arianhwyvar's Shatterglass Datakey is ending tomorrow. Tempest and Ellen Kushner are duking it out over it; make them work for it! Ilene Winn-Lederer's Visual Fiction ends Saturday, and emilytheslayer's gorgeous art yarn ends Sunday (and I WANT).
* 24 hours more to spread the word and win a free copy of the book. Maybe not precisely. Just - when I wake up tomorrow. So you should get on that today.
Not the best picture of me or of the shawl (it's way more even than it looks there!), but this is the Noro Kureyon shawl all blocked out. We didn't crazy stretch it, just flattened out the garter sections and got the edges to not roll.
Two teams of astronomers have found a planet outside the solar system that might be orbiting backwards compared to its star's rotation, a discovery that could shed light on how unique the relatively perfect alignment of our solar system is compared to that of other planetary systems.
No one has any demands on my time today. Phew. So I'll look at the pile of half-finished short stories and see what I can do there - I'd like to get some short fiction written and in circulation before I dive into Cicatrix and the rape culture book. My headspace has been all tangled lately. Also I should time myself reading "Valentines" aloud.