No maps for these territories

I am taking a break from my weekend; a break from working on the Wikimania planning pages (which feels suspiciously like work) to updating this journal (which has been my escape for years and years from all those things that are supposed to be done…)

I have had a burst of energy the last few days (into a couple of weeks, now) and have now committed myself to all kinds of projects (work related, art related, ‘pedia related). Now we will see if I can follow through on all of them. I’m excited; I feel like I finally have the time and the brain energy to commit myself to outside things. The goal, of course, will be to add on projects until I’m as stressed out as I was in grad school.

Maybe not.

(As was probably obvious from the beginning, I gave up on Nanowrimo in favor of other things, such as writing ‘pedia articles. I figure the latter probably has more lasting value to humanity. I haven’t given up on the story, though: I’m trying to figure out how exactly it is that the main character found herself in the far barbados after growing up in England… after that comes, I’m reasonably sure the rest of it will fall into place.)

Thanksgiving should be fun. J. and I are going to ms. ‘s, where we will be joined by C.’s friend and the lovely , who’s in town for an interview. That is the best way to go to Vegas — no real agenda, just as a vacation. The kind of bloated laziness that I associate with Thanksgiving is appropriate for Vegas. It will be fun to see everyone, it will be a little roadtrip — everything is good.

(I still don’t know what I want to do for Christmas. There’s no clear answer, mostly because, as usual, I am unenthused about all the options. I like the idea of going home but I hate doing all the planning.)

It’s a lovely day here: clear, sunny, coolish. It’s perfect weather for gardening, etc. — which I should go do. This week I’ve spent all day at work, every evening, and most of yesterday online — it’s hurting my eyes and head and I should lay off for a little bit. There’s just so much to do…

*I miss seeing chuckanut drive. I listen to them at home and it makes me sad and homesick. Proper country music, that.