Life is way too busy sometimes; betweent he holidays, moving, adjusting to a new sleep schedule (hello, waking up at 5:45) and a new work schedule, I’ve been exhausted.
Case in point: There’s a needlework shop three miles from my house. Since I moved in November, have I investigated it?
(It took me until last month to get my library card. At which point I felt like I finally lived in this city, instead of being some sort of random transient.) The geek in me feels that a library card is very important. In my old city, I never used the library much, mainly because it was stocked full of Tom Clancy and James Patterson and that was it, but this city has several libraries. The one that’s two blocks from me has a pretty good selection, actually, and it’s a testament to my weirdness that I feel like I should be showing my library card off to people. Yes! I actually live in this city! See, my library card is proof. Good heavens.
My card does have very attractive pictures of hot air balloons on it, though.
Work life has been busy; my personal life has sort of reached an even keel. And if you want something as a constant, why yes, I am still working on Sleepy Hollow.