Well, I guess that about does it for January, eh? There was so much to do, and so much to look forward to, it just flew by.
On the work front, I had an “earthworm” month–i.e., I was buried in crap and could only force my way through it bit by bit, converting it to good, rich soil in the process. (That’s…how earthworms work, right?) There were days when I came home completely exhausted from the amount of brain-power I’d exerted. On the upside, I didn’t have many days where I was tapping my fingers and waiting for the clock to strike 5:00, and I produced a lot of excellent work that was highly visible to people higher on the food chain. Always good to look good to the bosses.
And that’s all the complaining I’m going to do, because otherwise, January was GREAT. Schaffer the Darklord and Lojo Russo came through on tour and entertained us mightily; we were pleased to also host Lojo for several days. I enjoy spending time with her, but even more, I enjoy the effect having her around has on Ken. (Not to mention listening to them goofing around, trying out songs and working on their set list. I played it cool, but inside, I was a total squeeing fangirl.)
Amidst the busy-ness and fun, I let an important anniversary slide by without recognition–January 20th was Ken’s 6-month no-smoking anniversary. He doesn’t like to have a big deal made about it, but I have to at least mention that I’m immensely proud of him for sticking with it. It’s a tough habit to break, and he’s doing an amazing job. (Possibly related: it occured to me one morning recently that I can’t remember the last time I heard his timber-rattling, log-sawing snore. Another positive side-effect of kicking the habit, perhaps?)
I’ve been very good about putting clothes into the sorter when I take them off–making sure to empty pockets, of course!–so whenever a basket gets too full to put more in, it’s time to dump it in the washer. It’s easy to do one load of laundry on a weeknight as needed, rather than waiting and doing four or five and using up a whole weekend afternoon.
On the bookish front, I only finished two books in January, Soccernomics by Simon Kuper and Stefan Szymanski, and Touchstone, by one of my most-favorite authors, Laurie R. King. Both were entertaining, in widely divergent ways. I’m looking forward to the next book featuring Grey and Stuyvesant, the heroes of Touchstone. Now, I’m about halfway into Lucy Lethbridge’s Servants, which is very interesting; it’s like a little visit with the staff of Downton Abbey every day at lunch.
I need to get more reading time into my routine. Other pressures have us considering giving up cable–or at least, radically reducing our channel package–so that may open some time for reading. And crafting. And games night–it’s been a while since Ken and I whiled away a couple hours at cards.
And now, February–the shortest month, and quite a nice one, when you live in temperate climate. We should have daffodils before the month is out, if it goes like most years. For those of you still suffering the depths of winter, take heart! Today is Imbolc, halfway to the spring equinox; the light strengthens, the warmth will return!