Since Monday morning my Internet has been down at home. Last night I went out and bought a new router since I was informed that it was almost certainly the old router that was at fault. When I got it home, it didn’t power up correctly. Awesome. So that’s still ongoing.

At this point, it’s less the lack of the Internet that’s a problem (since I can do most stuff at work besides check my email) and more all the time and energy I’ve put into solving it, and this on the end of the most ludicrously busy/fast November in recorded history. So, not fun.

I don’t yet know when or how it’s all going to get resolved. There’s lots to do, and only so much time to spend fiddling with the problem. Hopefully it’ll be squared away tonight, before the long weekend, but if it’s not, well, I guess there’s nothing to be done for it.

Anyway, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that post-Thanksgiving, everything calms down a bit for me and mine. I could use some time for my brain to just stretch out, rather than scrabble after whatever next thing it needs to be doing. More from me then. And until, I hope everyone has a very happy Thanksgiving. (Except those folks who don’t celebrate it. Which, I guess, have a very happy November 25th?)

This weekend could have gone better. On Saturday, I drove for ten hours (five there and five back, give or take) to go to a remembrance for the father of a friend from elementary school who I hadn’t seen in the better part of a decade, only to get there and not be able to find the place and have none of my contacts in the area answer their phones. At least I got to see my mom for awhile. So that was my Saturday.

Sunday was better than that, by a margin, but I tried to fit a weekend into one day, with mixed results. So far, Monday has been busy but fairly productive, if almost entirely in the form of day-job stuff. Still, could definitely be worse, especially since I’m running on fumes from not getting enough sleep last night.

A new story by William Browning Spencer didn’t hurt matters.

I’ve been sick. Starting basically immediately after Halloween (not quite, but close enough) and going through today. Still going strong, too, though I’m a bit better today than I have been. Here’s to hoping this clears out enough that I can go to work tomorrow.

I’ve been taking the weekend off from pretty much everything ever in the hopes that adequate rest will succeed where other methods have failed. I watched a couple of movies, and I’ve been playing Dr. Mario in the hopes of combating my illness with sympathetic magic. So far the results have been less than stellar. Other than that I’ve been watching movies and sleeping and not doing much else. Excitement!

I’ll post more once I’m alive again.

Whenever Friday the 13th rolls around I always feel like I should do something to celebrate it, but I never can figure out what. So here I am, not figuring out again.

I’ve been busy. My brain is apparently incredibly efficient at turning even good news into stress. If I could find a way to convert that process into energy I’m sure we could stop relying on fossil fuels or something. It’s been hideously, painfully, oppressively hot here, which hasn’t done wonders for my mood all week. I cleaned up my downstairs library some. I’ve been doing research about the oil boom in Kansas, and I am still no better at research than I was the last time I tried doing it.

I read The Strain and was really disappointed.

This morning when I got to work I had to go on an expedition upstairs to try to find a working microwave, because the one in our break room stopped working yesterday. While I was up there battling kitchen trolls or whatever, I glanced at one of the “take a book, leave a book” shelves that populate all our break rooms here, and found that someone had left a Manly Wade Wellman novel. I chose to take it as a sign, though a sign of what I couldn’t say.

This weekend I plan to try to blow some of the cobwebs off my brain and prioritize some things. Here’s to hoping!

I’ll keep this short, because we’ve been doing a lot of things and I’m beat. This week has not exactly gone according to plan so far, but that doesn’t matter because eight (8) years ago today I married the most wonderful person in the world and it’s still the best decision I ever made.