95% better, the cough is lingering (and if it's not demonstrably fading by tomorrow, I'm calling the doctor) but everything else is back to normal, and I miraculously did not give whatever this vile illness was to Yeats.

House closing on the 16th (!). Moving house on the 23rd (!!!). I have Aveline's permission and blessing to take those two days off, I have a monetary gift from my folks that will greatly offset both the final closing costs and the costs of fixing the roof, and Yeats has already set up both the roofers (who will do the work between the 16th and the 23rd, bless them) and the movers.

And now we pack the house. Oh, lord. At least I have a promise to pause in the packing this weekend and go see "Wonder Woman".

Reading Log: The Empress of Mars by Kage Baker; The Architect of Sleep by Steven Boyett; The Boy on the Bridge by M.R. Carey; See You in the Cosmos by Jack Cheng; Our Lady of the Ice by Cassandra Rose Clarke; Winter Tide by Ruthanna Emrys; All the Lies We Tell by Megan Hart; Rebel Rising by Beth Revis; My Beautiful Enemy by Sherry Thomas; Anne Boleyn, a King's Obsession by Alison Weir
Woke up on Friday morning with the achy limbs and scratchy throat that usually presage a cold. Went into work anyway, because I already took a personal day this week and there's stuff that needs doing. Aveline was dealing with mild food poisoning, so we both slogged through the day. I came home, took some cold medicine, and hoped I'd wake up Saturday morning ready for the holiday weekend.

A day and a half later, I think I have galloping consumption, and it sucks, and this is not a romantic thing in the slightest, 19th-Century Authors. I am coughing so hard and so badly that I've scared both cats, I am either shivering with fever or sweating through my T-shirt, Yeats has made two trips for various cough syrup/drops and ice cream and tea for my throat, we had to call out of Tall and Steff's annual Memorial Day shindig, and I live on the sofa now amid a scattering of handkerchiefs.

Have I mentioned how much I hate this? Because I HATE THIS.

Reading Log: Flame in the Mist by Renee Ahdieh; The Berlin Project by Gregory Benford; Star's End by Cassandra Rose Clarke; A Girl From Yamhill and My Own Two Feet by Beverly Cleary; The Purple Diaries by Joseph Egan; Defy the Stars by Claudia Gray; The Radium Girls by Kate Moore; Brimstone by Cherie Priest; The Pearl Thief by Elizabeth Wein
Someday I will not be tired, but it is not this day.

Weekend was a smash, don't get me wrong. We went to the release party--two debut authors, Yeats promoting Stillbright, and the lovely Tara with her second short-stoty collection--and it was a blast. Instead of nasty weather and people milling around an art gallery, this year it was the entire second floor of a local pub, so there was beer and cupcakes and a 14-piece swing band that actually convinced Yeats to dance. And all our friends came, because they are awesome, and we partied all night, and Mr. Kramer the audiobook narrator came and said some very complimentary things to Yeats (audiobook will be available for purchase tomorrow, btw!), and many books were sold.

And then we came home yesterday and got nothing done because we were exhausted. And I woke up this morning knowing I'd need to go to the grocery store and other errands after work and probably wouldn't get home 'till seven or later, and there's still laundry to do, and the house is a mess...

So I texted Aveline and asked for a personal day, which she was kind enough to agree to. Now I have the day to do my errands, do some cleaning, have some time that is not shared with anyone but myself (I love Yeats, but after three days of near-constant togetherness...), and maaaaybe watch the last episode of "Anne with an E", if I get enough stuff done.

House looks like it's actually happening! The roof issue is still an issue, but it does not need to be fixed immediately, there is no imminent danger of leaks or collapse or anything, so we accepted the offer of a couple K off the house price. Now, this caused some adjustments to be made in the loan, and we'll be paying another chunk of change out of pocket. But we have the funds to do so, Yeats' mom is contributing some money from an old life insurance policy, my folks have said that my birthday gift this year can be whatever monies and/or household items we may need, and every single one of our friends has offered to come help with moving, unpacking, or organizing. Because, as I mentioned, our friends are great.

I am exhausted and stressed, but in a good way, I think.

Reading Log: Little White Lies by Ace Atkins; Queen Sugar by Natalie Baszile; City of Blades by Robert Jackson Bennett; Cork Dork by Bianca Bosker; Death's Mistress by Karen Chance; Never Caught by Erica Armstrong Dunbar; Snared by Jennifer Estep; Passing Strange by Ellen Klages; Shadowshaper by Daniel Jose Older; If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio; Spill Zone by Scott Westerfeld
Super fun week, in that I walked into my office last Friday to find a new copier that looks like it might transform into a robot at any second and my computer indescribably "updated". So the week has been spent trying frantically to remember all my passwords, discovering that a whole lot of templates I've been blithely using for years are now gone, and adjusting to the new way of things.

I don't like change...

Lessee, other news. The audiobook of Ordination is available for preorder on Amazon ( Here! ), and Yeats and I have listened to bits and pieces of it and are delighted. Mr. Kramer will also be attending the book release party in two weeks, and is apparently ready and willing to read books 2 and 3 as well. Stillbright is shipping, Yeats is obsessively checking Goodreads for new reviews, and has finally heaved himself over a hump in the road of the book he's currently writing. I...am tired. Very tired. Part of it is actual tiredness, I have not been sleeping well and Hector likes to violently cuddle me awake at 3:00am to prove his love. Part of it is that I am fretting about the books, and fretting about the house, and fretting about politics, and my brain will not sit down and shut up. And when I do fall asleep, I have anxiety dreams--either the basic ones of "Spiders in my hair!" or "I forgot to do something important!", or more currently-apropos ones like "I am a Handmaid NO NO NO".

House update! Okay a roofing guy looked at the house and confirmed that the roof will need about $4K worth of repairs sooner rather than later. This is actually less than we were led to believe might be needed, but still not great. So our agent is putting forth an offer that the owners pay for repairs to the roof and the front/back porches. If they balk, she will "concede" that they could just pay for the roof instead. As the current owners have already moved out-of-state and are super-ready to sell, we think they'll agree to this. We've got homeowner's insurance in place and ready to kick in, a closing attorney at the ready, some tentative plans of where to put furniture...so we can haz house?

I can leave early once I get these last couple of tasks done! Tomorrow we have to go down to VA for Rob's First Communion (if their priest tries to choke me with incense, we will Have Words), but tonight is for pizza, booze, and me watching the new Anne of Green Gables series on Netflix.

Reading Log: The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli; Orbital Resonance by John Barnes; Bitter Bite by Jennifer Estep; A Season of Spells by Sylvia Izzo Hunter; Stolen Songbird by Danielle Jensen; Unmentionable by Therese Oneill; Lady of the Eternal City by Kate Quinn; Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor; A Season of Daring Greatly by Ellen Emerson White
Hectic morning at Casa Yeats-Grey (I to work, Yeats to a friend's dad's services), but we paused for 2.5 minutes to watch the Dark Tower trailer.

Yeats: Okay, that looks pretty great!
Me: ...*heavy breathing*...
Yeats: What is it with you and Idris Elba?
Me: ...did you hear him recite the gunslinger mantra omg my body is ready...
Yeats: Do you even need me to see this movie with you?
Me: Someone's going to need to pass me handkerchiefs whenever I weep.

IT LOOKS SO AMAZING. ALL OF IT. Also, who knew that apparently Matthew McConaughey was born to play the incarnation of cruel and chaotic discord? You think you know a guy. Also also, it's interesting that the trailer is framing the story as more of a portal fantasy, with Jake as the viewpoint character drawn into Mid-World, rather than beginning the story with Roland tracking through the ruins of moved-on Mid-World and Jake the unexpected stranger. Yeats pointed out that this was probably so they could set the majority of the film in "reality", and if it does well and the TV series materializes, it will probably be set mainly in Mid-World (and all the other worlds, so many other worlds than these!). I also think if that's the way it goes, they should smush The Drawing of the Three and The Waste Lands together into a first season and just throw the ka-tet together and into adventures.

House-buying adventure update, we had the inspection yesterday. Good news is, most everything is in pretty darn good shape, with just a few things (the threat of ants, a couple of cheap pipes that will need replacing, some minor issues with the back porch) that would need dealing with soonish. Bad news is, there's the roof. The homeowner and the disclosure folks assured our realtor and us that the roof had been upgraded/fixed up in 2013 and was in excellent shape. The inspector looked at it closely, and told us that it honestly looks like the roof hasn't had any serious work done on it since the place was built in 1993, and will probably need fixing, if not outright replacing, within the next two years. Things are therefore on hold while our realtor asks some pertinent questions. If the inspector is right and the roof needs to be replaced, Yeats and I agree that, depending on what we learn, we'll either dump that on the homeowner--dude, your disclosure said there was no issue!--or offer to split the cost 50/50. This guy is eager to sell, and we and our realtor think he'll accept one or the other just so he can seal this deal. And we still really, really like the house.

Reading Log: Pornology by Ayn Carrillo-Gailey; Forever Mine by Erin Nicholas; Half-Resurrection Blues by Daniel Jose Older; The Romance Reader's Guide to Life by Sharon Pywell; Pasadena by Sherri Smith; The Chosen by J. R. Ward
*sighs* Thanks so much uterus, this was exactly the week I needed to feel knock-down drag-out exhausted all the time. Nevertheless, inspections are scheduled for Tuesday, all important documents have been faxed to agent and lender, copies of Stillbright are apparently shipping, Yeats and I are going to a book thing in Arlington tomorrow, and out to dinner tonight. So, triumphing nevertheless!

Reading Log: Gather Her Round by Alex Bledsoe; An Extraordinary Union by Alyssa Cole; Agents of Dreamland by Caitlin Kiernan; The Echo of Twilight by Judith Kinghorn; An Import of Intrigue by Marshall Ryan Maresca; Railhead by Philip Reeve; The Night Mark by Tiffany Reisz; Grace Notes by Katey Sagal; After the Crown by K.B. Wagers
Oh my dear sweet Lord.

Saw delightful house on Friday.

Told agent we want to move forward on house on Tuesday.

Made offer on Wednesday.

Offer accepted this morning.

Tentative closing date, June 30th.


Reading Log: A Darkness Absolute by Kelley Armstrong; Silence Fallen by Patricia Briggs; Last Day on Mars by Keith Emerson; The Wanderers by Meg Howrey; Fastest Things on Wings by Terry Masear; Some Girls Bite by Chloe Neill; Hunted by Meagan Spooner; A Study in Scarlet Women by Sherry Thomas; The Mapping of Love and Death by Jacqueline Winspear
Aveline made it to Hawaii one day late (airline cancelled their Friday morning flight, ashamedly managed to reschedule them for Saturday night. I can only imagine the cold angry stares she bestowed on them), and I have been doing busywork and answering phones. There have been one or two hiccups, such as a subpoena being served to entirely the wrong place, and a client deciding that he didn't really need Aveline and could totally send a five-page letter with ten pages of attachments explaining his position straight to the Judge (hint: YOU CANNOT DO THAT), but mostly it's been me, the giant stack of files that need breaking down, and the coffee truck that parks up the street with its cute owner who makes amazing chocolate-orange mochas.

Yeats should get the first 50 (!!!) copies of Stillbright sometime next week, the audiobook of Ordination is in post-production and should be available by June, and the copyeditor is still grinding through Crusade. Yeats and I are also leaning slowly towards taking a big step--buying a house. We both want some more space--not a lot, but more, and Yeats wants a bigger kitchen with every fiber of his being. We looked at three houses today, all in the same general area in a nearby development. The location is ideal, it's less than a mile from two grocery stores, our favorite pub/restaurant, and a library. It would lessen Yeats' commute, and only add a few minutes to mine. The first place was...not great. We were both very aware that when a listing says "needs some TLC!", that's an ominous sign, but this place needed more help than we would be able to give. The second place was nicer, in much better shape, but would also need some work--the family there now has two dogs and three children under six. The third place is...it's not perfect, but oh, we like it. A beautiful big kitchen with a gas stove! Hardwood floors in the living room! Two big airy bedrooms, both of which have connecting doors to the master bath! A finished basement with plenty of room for bookcases, toys, and D&D stuff! A little deck and patio with a small backyard! And this place has a lot of new appliances, including a water heater, washer, and dryer. We're going to look at a couple more homes next week, just to make sure we're not limiting our options, but Yeats and I agree that this particular place suits us, and if we can...well, it would be nice, after renting for almost ten years.

Today is for relaxing, now that we have done our adulting. Tomorrow is the same. Sunday is for driving down to MiL's house, making Easter paella, commiserating with Kel over her broken wrist (she accompanied Queen Liz to her Girl Scouts ice-skating party and paid the price), and celebrating.

Reading Log: Etched in Bone by Anne Bishop; Congress of Secrets by Stephanie Burgis; Crossroads of Canopy by Thoraiya Dyer; Ivory and Bone by Julie Eshbaugh; Sword and Verse by Kathy MacMillan; Brother's Ruin by Emma Newman; The Collapsing Empire by John Scalzi; Flygirl by Sherri Smith; The Night Watch by Sean Stewart; Fingersmith by Sarah Waters
Chugging along. Aveline is ready to leave on vacation RIGHT STAT NOW, so I am tying up loose ends and drafting letters that require her signature and generally ensuring that the office will run quietly and smoothly while she is on her tropical island sipping drinks. I also get to tell people that she will not be available--not for consults, not for hearing, not for "just a little advice", not for NOTHING--for the next three weeks. It's kind of satisfying.

What else am I doing? Trying really hard to catch up on Critical Role! I had no chance to listen to/watch it on vacation, so now I am just starting episode 80 and avoiding as many spoilers as I can. This crush on Taliesin Jaffe is just not going away, and I am ridiculous. I am also playing Mass Effect: Andromeda. Kind of. Yeats is much, much, much farther along than I am, and so our playing time evens out to about two hours apiece on weeknights, and then something like five hours on weekends, until he remembers I'm there and sheepishly offers the controller. I don't mind; I'm getting the hang on the controls and powers, and Mandalay Ryder is infiltrating everywhere, being best buds with Vetra and Drack, and has plans to bang Liam Kosta like a rusty screen door.

This weekend, CecilCon in northeast MD! Next weekend, Easter! The weekend after that...darned if I know, but I'm pretty sure we're doing something either book- or family-related each and every weekend until June. Ha ha ha ha--*falls over*

Reading Log: Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo (my precious larcenous found-family babies!); The Wild Hunt by Elizabeth Chadwick; Tart by Lauren Dane; Liberator by Richard Harland; Gilded Cage by Vic James; Girl in Disguise by Greer Macallister; A Taste of Honey by Kai Ashante Wilson
Back! And alive! Also, I am sick of cars, and I never want to live in Florida, it is flat and weird.

Friday's flight out of Philly left on time (I kept a gimlet eye on the departures board, and probably scared some of my fellow passengers), I got to TN and spent the night with my folks, then Mama and I headed down to Georgia on Saturday morning. We stopped on impulse at a tiny little place in a tiny little town because we reasoned that someplace called The Biscuit Box might indeed have excellent biscuits. We were correct! It took almost six hours to get to Macon (as opposed to the usual four) due to traffic, but we made it. Z and Abs were unspeakably delighted to have Aunt Grey all to themselves. I chased them around the neighborhood playground, read three storybooks to Abs and did all appropriate voices, helped Z with his spelling and then let him show me how to play Minecraft, took Abs shopping for an Easter dress (it took me, Sil, and Mama to get her into those things, but she was so cute OMG) and snuck in some conversation and beer time with Geek Brother and Sil. We stayed over on Sunday, then waved the kids off to school Monday morning and hit the road for another four hours to Florida.

Grandmother lives in an older, but still very nice assisted-living place. They have an excellent Alzheimer's unit that took good care of my grandfather, and a good nursing home facility for folks who need around-the-clock care, and they have assured Grandmother and us that there will be a place for her wherever she needs to be for as long as she needs it. Her unit is tiny--living area, wee kitchen, one bathroom, bedroom--but it's big enough for her and her nonchalant cat, Louie. Louie is very chill, and climbed on my lap a few times. We were there for three days. We got to see my Aunt G, walk along the beach and dip our toes in the surf, talk about Grandfather, see some friends I hadn't seen in years, and in general have girl time. Granted, this meant that I ate several facility-provided meals ("Oh, it's ham steak day? With Dole pineapple and a baked sweet potato? Grandmother, you shouldn't have."), bit my tongue hard when politics came up, had to sneak-tip the dear IHOP waitress after Grandmother tipped her exactly ten percent on the breakfast bill, and watched a movie about saving your marriage through the power of Christian prayer without snarking once...but I love my grandmother. Although that movie may require a rant/deconstruction post of its own.

Four hours back to GA on Thursday, where we picked up dinner for Geek Brother and family as a thank you for letting us invade their spare room. Four more hours back to TN on Friday morning. I spent most of Friday doing laundry and reading on the porch, soaking up the feeling of not being in a moving vehicle. Then, up at 4am to catch a 6am flight, back in Philly and in the car with Yeats by 8, and down to GriffinCon in VA! Not too many sales (darned poor college students), but a lot of interest in the upcoming audio book, plus Yeats got to judge the costume contest and give away an ARC of Stillbright. Back home on Monday, back to work yesterday, and now, today, I am almost caught up!

And my husband, my dear husband, whom I love and am happy to be back home with...you survived without me for 27 years. Please explain how you managed to do no laundry, leave every piece of mail in a tottering heap on the kitchen table, "forgot" to put any Tupperware away, neglected to vacuum or de-cat-hair the furniture, and in general apparently did nothing but play "Mass Effect" and send sad texts about how much you missed me ALL WEEK LONG? Don't ask me why I'm so stressed after getting back from a long vacation. YOU KNOW WHY. Now come help me fold your damn boxers.

Reading Log: vN by Madeline Ashby; Chapel of Ease by Alex Bledsoe; Javelin Rain by Myke Cole; Blight by Alexandra Duncan; Chimera by Mira Grant; Wintersong by S. Jae-Jones; Magic for Nothing by Seanan McGuire; The Body Electric by Beth Revis; The Rising by Ian Tregillis; The Shadow Throne by Django Wexler
Dear weather, please just let me get out of Philly and down to TN tomorrow afternoon. It's 70 degrees down there, I am assured, and I am looking forward to snuggling my niece and playing Nerf War with my nephew and chatting with my grandma and wearing shirts that *gasp* expose my wrists. Please let me go. Yeats assures me he'll manage for a week without me, and given that he managed for 27 years without me (somehow), I must take him at his word.

Tuesday ended up dumping about three inches of snow and another three inches of ice on us. We lost power (and we never lose power, this must have been something major) from 9:30am to 4:00pm. We were fine, we had sandwich fixings and I'd made coffee right before the power went, and so we spent the day on the couch under blankets reading. Westley and Hector thought this was just the best, and so we were cuddled. Right about the time we were discussing calling our friends down the street and seeing if they would loan us their stove for cooking and their outlets for charging things, everything winked back on. So I have spent better snow days, but hey, I got three books read!

Today, hold down the fort at work. Tonight, pack and henna my hair (all the women in my family have beautiful silver hair when they get older, I'm just not ready for it!). Tomorrow, kiss Yeats goodbye at the airport and catch afternoon flight out. There had better not be a repeat of this past summer's airport shenanigans, but so far as I know, it'll be above freezing, and the possible weather blowing in won't hit until late Friday night and is coming from the north, so my flight south shouldn't be affected.

Knock on wood, let's fly!

Reading Log: The Annotated Hans Christian Andersen, Midnight's Daughter by Karen Chance; The Impostor Queen by Sarah Fine; Silver Stars by Michael Grant; Locke and Key: Small World by Joe Hill; A Conjuring of Light by Victoria Schwab
Well, join me in a Dance of Joy, because Publishers Weekly gave Stillbright a STARRED review!. They even specifically said that it doesn't really suffer from middle-book-of-a-trilogy syndrome, and complimented the characters and...and...WHEE! You have three more days to win an advance copy here on Goodreads, and it's available for preorder now, with an official release date of June 1, 2017.

Today was a good day, we went and did a wine and cheese tasting with friends. Tomorrow will be a good day, Aveline and I will (please, Lord) close out the cases of two clients, one to whom I wish all joy and happiness, and one whom I will be happy never to speak to or think of ever again. And we will also snag two friends who are traveling through our area for dinner.

And Monday night into Tuesday morning, we are forecast to get between six and fourteen inches of snow. Noooooo, spring, come baaaaack.

Friday, I will hop a plane down South, and my mom and I will commence a Lady Road Trip. To Georgia, to visit Geek Brother and Sil and Z and Abs! To Florida, to see my grandmother and at least one aunt! To South Carolina, time permitting, to visit another aunt! Then back to Tennessee, to catch a plane back here, be picked up at the airport by Yeats, and go straight to GriffinCon. It's not going to be a restful vacation, but it's going to be fun.

Reading Log: King's Cage by Victoria Aveyard; Someone to Hold by Mary Balogh; In Calabria by Peter S. Beagle; Looking for Betty MacDonald by Paula Becker; Dead Presidents by Brady Carlson; A Daughter of No Nation by A.M. Dellamonica; Why Mermaids Sing by C.S. Harris; Dead Man's Reach by D.B. Jackson; Devil in Spring by Lisa Kleypas; Six Wakes by Mur Lafferty; The Egg and I by Betty MacDonald; The Darkest Hour by Caroline Tung Richmond; Martians Abroad by Carrie Vaughn; I Hate Fairyland: Fluff My Life by Skottie Young
Aw, man, why does the espresso-and-desserts food truck have to be parked near the office on Ash Wednesday? My hummus-and-cheese sandwich with accompanying orange seems even blander now.

In more cheerful news, There's a Goodreads giveaway for Stillbright starting today! Go enter, and tell your friends! The book's not out 'till June 1st, so you have plenty of time to go read (or reread) Ordination, have the story fresh in your mind when you read the sequel, then go out and buy copies of both for all your fantasy-fan friends. Also, if you would like a signed bookplate (I promise you can make out at least two letters of his name), drop me a line and your name and mailing address and I will cozy up to the author.
Dear clients, let me explain you a thing for what I swear is the eighty-fifth time. You are not Aveline's only client. She currently has over 80 cases, three of which have major all-day hearings coming up in the next three weeks, and she is working her tail off trying to get everything done while keeping up with a myriad of other details. Demanding spur-of-the-moment meetings, setting time limits on how long you'll wait to talk to her before "taking action myself" (that was a threat, sir, and I read it as such), and whining that you wanted more support from your attorney will avail you nothing.

Dear one client in particular, do you know when the best time to suddenly discover a hundred extra pages of documentation and records that you want to enter into evidence is? Hint, it's NOT the night before your big hearing.

And, dear ex-client, you have the right to representation of your choosing. You have the right to decide Aveline is not the attorney for you, and the right to terminate your agreement with her and seek a new lawyer. You also have the right to bitch about what you didn't like about her representation. However, when you vaguebook rude things about her and another attorney on your case on public social media platforms, you deserve whatever wrath falls down on you. Every single other attorney in your case has worked with Aveline in the past, likes her, and knows she's good. And now, they know you're vindictive and fault-finding, and will treat you accordingly as your case progresses.

I need more coffee. And to sleep for a solid 24 hours. And to go to TN right now.

Reading Log: Traitor Angels by Anne Blankman; The Queen of Blood by Sarah Beth Durst; Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman; The Abandoned by Paul Gallico; Nothing Between Us by Roni Loren; Maid of Wonder by Jennifer McGowan; White Trash Zombie Gone Wild by Diana Rowland; A Darkly Beating Heart by Lindsay Smith; Maresi by Maria Turtschaninoff; I Hate Fairyland: Madly Ever After by Skottie Young
Firiel has come and gone, and now has her very first tattoo (in my handwriting! I'm flabbergasted and honored!) inscribed on her skin. We did not get as much activity done as we had hoped, due to nasty cramps on her part and the untimely return of the Creeping Death Cold on mine, but we got tasty beers at the local pub, and watched all 13 episodes of The Good Place, and sighed over Crimson Peak, and she tried her best to make me love Twenty One Pilots as much as she does (not my type of music, but boy, Josh the Drummer, those are good arms to have), and Yeats cooked for us and Hector decided she was his snugglebuddy. It was a good weekend all told.

And now she is gone and I am back at work and ugh.

Next things to plan for--Bubbly's 40th birthday party this weekend. Catching up on Critical Role. Tea with MiL and Kel and Queen Liz in a couple of weeks. And my trip down South to see parents and Grandmother and Geek Brother and Sil and Z and Abs and various other people in one month!

Reading Log: Wonders of the Invisible World by Christopher Barzak; Miranda and Caliban by Jacqueline Carey; Like a River Glorious by Rae Carson; My Fair Temptress by Christina Dodd; Time Travel by James Gleick; Blood For Blood by Ryan Graudin; Mad Miss Mimic by Sarah Henstra; Exo by Fonda Lee; Once Was a Time by Leila Sales; Behind the Throne by K.B. Wagers
Had a nice little bachelorette weekend while Yeats went to AWP, as I couldn't get out of work to accompany him and (technically) his publisher didn't actually invite me. No worries, I got delicious stuff from the Indian food truck, binged on season 2 of Outlander (OMG THE CLOTHES!), and cuddled Westley and Hector, both of whom subscribe to the "love the one you're with" belief when it comes to available laps. Thankfully, we have both recovered from the Martian Death Cold and were able to respectively enjoy ourselves.

Firiel will be here on Friday! I am looking forward to seeing her more than I can say, especially since, if I do go down South for the visiting of aunties and Grandmother next month, that will probably mean Yeats and I can't do our usual TN summer trip. I mean, we could, I will still have one week of vacation days left post-March, but that would be all of my vacation time gone by mid-July, which would mean no extra days off around our anniversary, no spare days here and there if Yeats gets con invites, no relaxation days when Christmas comes around again. So maybe it will just be me with my folks next month, rather than both of us in June/July. Yeats says he is fine whichever way it goes, although I believe that in his heart of hearts, he does not want to spend two days this summer driving to and from TN.

Work is such fun. Our first sex-trafficking case, and my first (although not Aveline's) case involving Munchausen's Syndrome by proxy! *cries quietly*

Reading Log: The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovitch; Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo; Remnants of Trust by Elizabeth Bonesteel; Kindred by Octavia Butler and Damian Duffy; The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman; Postcards from the Edge by Carrie Fisher; The Forever War by Joe Haldeman; Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace; Echoes in Death by J.D. Robb; A List of Cages by Robin Roe; Scythe by Neal Shusterman; Wild Embrace by Nalini Singh; And I Darken by Kiersten White; Ms. Marvel: Civil War II by G. Willow Wilson, and an attempt to read Connie Willis' Crosstalk that ended when I slammed the book shut hating every single character.
In the interest of not crying myself to sleep every night or succumbing to howling panic, I have gone off 99% of social media. I have barely glanced at Facebook or tumblr for the last three days. Granted, this is also partially because I have a Creeping Martian Death Cold and have spent two of the last three days swaddled in blankets on the couch making pitiful honking noises and watching feel-good TV like "Parks and Rec" and "Pit Bulls and Parolees" and "Critical Role". I feel...a little guilty that I'm not immediately informed and up to date, but the guilt is mitigated by the part where I sleep through the night and am no longer scaring Yeats.

Firiel is coming to visit in 2 weeks! We will have BFF time and bake things and she will get her first tattoo! Now there's something to look forward to.

Reading Log: The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden; Otherworld Chills by Kelley Armstrong; Velvet Undercover by Teri Brown; The Girl Who Drank the Moon by Kelly Barnhill; Seven Years to Sin by Sylvia Day; Worldshaker by Richard Harland; A Taste for Monsters by Matthew Kirby; Den of Wolves by Juliet Marillier; Mind Games by Heather Petty; One Hot Christmas by Tiffany Reisz; Iron Kin by M.J. Scott; Resurrection Man by Sean Stewart; Among the Mad by Jacqueline Winspear
I do not want periodic crying fits and stray suicidal urges, yet this seems to be the new normal. I want to stay informed, but reading or hearing the news sends me into a full-fledged howling panic attack. I want to be strong, but I am not strong. I am so afraid.

I hate this so much. I can't do this for four years. I want to beat my head against something until it all stops.
To everyone who is at a march, supporting a march, or (like me) not able to participate in one due to various reasons, but watching coverage with amazement, hope, and some tears:

I love you.

Stronger together.

Reading Log: Elisha Rex by E.C. Ambrose; Guardian's Mate by Jennifer Ashley; The Creation of Anne Boleyn by Susan Bordo; Seriously Shifted by Tina Connolly; Poisoned Blade by Kate Elliott; Gemina by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff; How the White Trash Zombie Got Her Groove Back by Diana Rowland; Libby on Wednesday by Zilpha Keatley Snyder; Blood Vow by J.R. Ward
I can't believe I forgot to mention this until today, but:

1) Goodreads is doing a giveaway of Ordination (5 copies!) for another six days. Here's where you enter. Watch this space, and also Goodreads, for a giveaway of an ARC of book 2, Stillbright, in the near future!

2) Or, if you'd like to support the author in a slightly more fiscal sense, Ordination is currently $1.99 on Kindle and (I think) on Kobo as well. Think of the poor author, slogging his way through copyedits of book 3 while Editor Cat Hector tries to assist, and help cheer him up a bit! Here's the Amazon link.

I keep telling you all, it's dark without being grim, there's a POC swordswoman, a used-car-salesman dwarf, and bad guys get their faces punched in. And more cool stuff incoming in book 2 that I'm not allowed to talk about yet...
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