6. It's confirmed! I'll be an Attending Professional at Dragon Con in 2019. Sweet, sweet validation. (It helps balance the relentless march of zeroes in the sales reports)  I'm hoping to participate in programming for Science Fiction Literature, Fantasy, & Urban Fantasy at the least. I would love to be super-busy all four days. 

One happy bright spot in a week I've spent being fiercely determined not to cry about, well, EVERYTHING AND NOTHING BECAUSE LIFE IS MADE OF STRESS. Ahem. Onward. Major tooth repairs tomorrow. 

5. Holidays mean I get to hang with friends more than usual. So much catching up to do. Being a hermit whose home no one ever visits, I always fall behind. What are all the many talented, hard-working people in my immediate circle doing these days? Incredible things. Getting degrees, playing games together, working at astonishing jobs, fighting for new jobs, traveling all over the country...loads of wow.  Me? I felt awkwardly tolerated, boring, and unintentionally ruse.  You know, the usual.

Someday I should write a post about all the specific communication tools my writerfrenz and artistfrenz use to help each other cope with gathering in groups. I miss those things a lot when I'm with others.

4. Working the weekend at the library is a big change than working weeknights. All the same tasks, but the rhythm is so different.  On weeknights, the last hour is the slowest by far. Weekends? Busy. Even on a slow day. Makes for a nice change of pace.

The latest in searches:

• free home floor plan generator
• 19th century attitudes toward exercise
• under 18 population Illinois 2017 census

Media update:

•  Read: Working my way through Ardulum trilogy by J.S. Fields. Seanan McGuire recommended it, and it's worthy. Space opera that's careful about its science? SIGN ME UP.  
• View: Hurricane Heist. So bad it was almost good. Okay, not really. It was just plain bad. Bad science, bad writing, bad special effects...but it was fun. Molly's Game:  Did not finish. Sorry. I wanted to be interested, but...poker+smug people being smug+YAWN. 

3. Scooter has figured out I'm worried about his mobility. Now he lies on his side and won't move until I pick him up and put him down gain to make sure his back legs still work.  Then he stands there and purrs and strops my legs and looks smug. CATS, y'know?

2. Our official house nickname for Thanksgiving is now "The Week-long Celebration of Leftovers" And I was chastised for eating too much (read: any) of the sage dressing. It came out really well. 

1. I saw a Great Horned Owl! Spouseman heard her hooting up a storm in the middle of the night, I went to the back window to see if I could spot her in one of the neighbor's trees, and SWOOOOOOP, she went right past the window and caught an updraft to cruise over the neighbor's roof. So. Cool

and that's all the all there is.