I've been in a mood for the past several weeks. Most of it is probably due to weather, a bit of it is stuff I can't talk about here, some of it is due to my own inability to keep my shit together. I've said it before, but, really, sometimes I find being an adult really fucking hard. Ok, maybe not so much being an adult as being a really *good* adult. There's always some fucking thing that needs to be done, cleaned, sorted, filed, mailed, revised, tracked down, scooped, de-fleaed, transplanted, researched, arranged, typed in, read, reviewed... I am never done, and sometimes that fact is just too much.

ANYway, despite my whining above, today was a good day. I credit the weather: glorious, sunny, warm, gentle breeze, sunny, dry, warm... I even had enough time from earlier in the week to allow myself a real lunch, so I sat outside and ate a big spinach salad at a cool SoMa cafe with the other San Francisco 30-somethings on their lunch breaks (I marvel at the fashions skinny women get away with; capri pants under a pencil skirt? That's allowed now? Really?) . My computer at work has been down/ cranky for the past few days (and the ergonomic keyboard doesn't work anymore, which means I'm on one of those *tiny* iMac keyboards so my wrists/ neck/ shoulders are KILLING me), but today I decided I couldn't let it frustrate me any longer and I just sat at my desk and mostly read (I'm reading Babyji, which is really quite engrossing -- enough so that I've been reading it half at home on my own time even). We have a new guy with lots of energy, which is fun. Things weren't perfect, but they were ok.

I came home and Tim and I took a nice walk around the neighborhood. We ordered Thai food and while we waited for it to arrive I helped Holly (my sister, who moved into the basement apt. of our building a few weeks ago) and Aleister (my 3.5 year old nephew) transplant lettuce. Aleister is awesome, very cute and sweet and is unflinching in his willingness to pick slugs off of things :-) Then it was upstairs for dinner and some TV (whoo, Top Chef and Survivor -- I love competitive reality shows, which aren't really so much reality shows as fancy game shows dressed up in a new label).

And now some catching up on journals. I'm so far behind that I've missed more than I could reasonably catch up on, so if there's something major going on, feel free to clue me in (in the comments or via email). I really enjoy all the ones I read, more or less, but really I should cut down to people I actually know, at least for awhile, so I can keep up with them. I think it's a tiny part of what's stressing me out -- how many pages back on my livejournal friends list am I willing to go back to make sure I don't miss anything?

I'm rambling.

In writing news, I sold "Single White Farmhouse" again, this time to the fabulous Escape Pod (I'll link that up later)! Yay! I LOVE Escape Pod, and I can't wait to hear how they read my story. I'm always thrilled with reprint sales, as it's that extra bit of confirmation that, yes, people really do like that story, but having a story turned into another medium, a podcast, is just so freaking cool!

Speaking of podcasts, I am going to mention (finally) that I participate in one every other week as part of my day job. I don't talk about it because, well, I'm pretty sure I embarrass the hell out of myself every time, but what the hell. I did my first interview on the most recent one, with the insanely talented and beautiful Daphne Gottlieb. I think I did ok (I've yet to listen to it), and my lovely co-worker Bekah jumped in to save my butt a few times so there's not even too many awkward silences.

Hm, what else? I'm working on a new novel, though it's still in the very early, thinking and making notes and lists and outlines stages. Still, it's progress, and I think it could be good. We'll see. And we're going to Santa Cruz this weekend, which should be lovely. I really need to get away on a mini-break, and I just love Scott and Lynne and I can't wait to hang out in mellow Santa Cruz with them and my hubby. I hope the weather holds. Hell, I hope my mood holds. But, regardless, it's good to have a break from the rain.