I didn't realize how hermit-like I was being this month until Barbara actually emailed me to demand what the hell I was up to. Here's the thing - I was recovering from this super-minor little surgery and then I got sick for weeks and weeks and I was just plain out of sorts, and I'm a really bad patient (grumpy, ungrateful, impatient) so I was just trying to stay out of everyone's way.
But this week things have turned around. I'm still sort of deaf in one ear and I can't lift things or go to the gym until Tuesday, but I can see the end in sight. Last weekend I got a breathtaking reminder of why I live in NorCal, and I counted my blessings while watching a fire blaze on a misty coastal night - I believe in embracing our primitive natures over fire whenever possible.
|driving the coast last weekend|
As for me, I dug into a project that has me excited just like in the old days, when it was all blank pages and full speed ahead. I'm loving it so much I can't wait to get back to the computer. I'm learning Spanish and fit-bitting with friends (it's a late revelation for me that making things competitive is hugely motivating). I had to cancel my planned trip to the Edgars/Malice Domestic, but I'll be heading out for the latter part of March for book events with bookish people, and what could be nicer?
|Nosotros bebemos chilaquiles verdes|