Reading: Goodhouse by Peyton Marshall, having just finished Rooms by Lauren Oliver.
Writing: The novel-in-progress, which is at a place where I can totally see the end from here, which is alternately thrilling and frustrating. I've never been this close to the end of a novel before.
Knitting: Just started a purple Laetiporus scarf for ashlyme; I spent much of my timecrunched September working on thinner yarn/smaller needles, so I needed something chunkier!
Planning: Tonight will be a catching up around the house night; tomorrow, there's a Marian Call concert at 2 at Pandemonium, and two parties in the evening. Sunday we're going to J.A.S.O.N., "a comic re-imagining of The Argonautica & Euripides' Medea retold as Punk Rock band on their one-and-only tour." Half-price ticket link in that event....
I still owe y'all a post on how the foster care thing is going! But not today. Today I am using my "Write like a motherfucker" coffee mug, and that is a promise to myself.
(Yes, lately, unless acted upon by outside forces, it is all writing, copyediting, foster care stuff, et cetera.)