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jazzfishI can tell I've been tired because I've had Gareth Hanrahan's debut novel for well over a week now and haven't had the brain to start it. (Gareth is an RPG writer I've been following since, um, at least as far back as 2000. I must have run into him on the Unknown Armies mailing list.) The Gutter Prayer looks to be gritty fantasy set in a city, with weird magic and twisty plot. Very much the kind of thing I like and I have just not been able to focus enough to read it.
(Also I still have a lingering cough from the xmas plague.)
Movers came Friday and packed the kitchen and loaded 99.9% of my stuff into an orange truck. On Friday I also got winter tires put on Hactar and gave the summer tires to the movers. I then loaded the last of my stuff into Hactar and signed the "yes we're selling the condo" paperwork, at which Emily continued to not speak to me unless directly spoken to. And last night I crashed on a couch at a friend's, which was less restful than it might have been.
I am now in Hope, at the bottom end of the Fraser Canyon, because I wanted to get a start on the driving today but I didn't want to go up the canyon in the dark. (I've done that. Would not buy again.) Tomorrow I drive somewhere between eight and ten hours to Erin's place and collapse, with the worst of the stress over.
Then Monday I see a guy about an apartment, and Wednesday I take delivery of my stuff in said apartment, and Friday we fly back to Van for a kink conference, and fly north on Monday and back to Van again on Wednesday evening, and on Friday there's the citizenship ceremony. Which ought to be a joyous event but I am mostly anxious because two of the people who'll be there for Emily are ones who took sides in the breakup, and no matter how many times I recognise how much better off I am without them in my life it still hurts and it still makes me nervous.
Oh, and there are also some phone interviews in there, because I keep getting headhunted by people who don't believe me when I say "My current workplace is cool with me being onsite one week a month and I'll need you to match that." It's flattering but ultimately kind of annoying.
But I had a bath tonight. And tomorrow I can listen to either any music I want, or the first episode of a number of Serial Box things, to see if I've gotten any better at processing audio books.
I miss you.
(Also I still have a lingering cough from the xmas plague.)
Movers came Friday and packed the kitchen and loaded 99.9% of my stuff into an orange truck. On Friday I also got winter tires put on Hactar and gave the summer tires to the movers. I then loaded the last of my stuff into Hactar and signed the "yes we're selling the condo" paperwork, at which Emily continued to not speak to me unless directly spoken to. And last night I crashed on a couch at a friend's, which was less restful than it might have been.
I am now in Hope, at the bottom end of the Fraser Canyon, because I wanted to get a start on the driving today but I didn't want to go up the canyon in the dark. (I've done that. Would not buy again.) Tomorrow I drive somewhere between eight and ten hours to Erin's place and collapse, with the worst of the stress over.
Then Monday I see a guy about an apartment, and Wednesday I take delivery of my stuff in said apartment, and Friday we fly back to Van for a kink conference, and fly north on Monday and back to Van again on Wednesday evening, and on Friday there's the citizenship ceremony. Which ought to be a joyous event but I am mostly anxious because two of the people who'll be there for Emily are ones who took sides in the breakup, and no matter how many times I recognise how much better off I am without them in my life it still hurts and it still makes me nervous.
Oh, and there are also some phone interviews in there, because I keep getting headhunted by people who don't believe me when I say "My current workplace is cool with me being onsite one week a month and I'll need you to match that." It's flattering but ultimately kind of annoying.
But I had a bath tonight. And tomorrow I can listen to either any music I want, or the first episode of a number of Serial Box things, to see if I've gotten any better at processing audio books.
I miss you.
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