This post is coming at you from a new evil lair of evil, high up on the Rocky Mountains, so new that the dungeons still have that fresh paint smell and the only blood stains are where the carpenter hit himself with the hammer.
Okay, the house is not actually new, but it’s the first house we’ve lived in since 1989 that was built AFTER World War II, so it seems new to me.
We don’t have a fridge till tomorrow, only half of our stuff is here, the rest being still at the other house (that move is scheduled for the 14th) and my entire worldly possessions are in boxes somewhere. BUT the auto-immune attack is receding and the cats are doing well, and I can hear the birds singing. We’re going to be all right. I think.
Actually our possessions are not all in boxes, exactly. Faced with unpacking the kitchen or the office, I chose the office, so about 2/3 of it is set up, including opening boxes I hadn’t seen since we moved from our house in downtown Colorado Springs. A lot of “Oh, so there you are.” and “Ah, I wondered where you’d gotten to.” We’ve found ALL the batteries, which is good, but not my computer speakers, which means I can’t give younger son his beat up one back yet.
Needless to say we haven’t unpacked or set up the library yet, but older son came for a visit and climbed the library ladder to feel powerful (or something.) THAT job will probably take us to winter, since what’s going up is largely my research library, so instead of JUST organizing it alphabetically I’ll have to do it by subject.
Priorities right now are setting up the office then the bedroom and kitchen. After that I can prioritize the writing again and unpack an hour or two a day.
I’m hoping the house will be livable by Denver comicon (I’m attending.) Right now, depending on older son’s schedule, we should be going to Portugal right after Liberty con (which I’m also attending, unless his schedule throws a snag and we have to go to Portugal at the beginning of July.)
Apparently this area’s fire works will be visible from our back porch (we hear) which means after we get the back porch repaired and we’re settled in (i.e. next year) the Hoyt’s 4th of July party will resume after a 15 year hiatus.
Okay, now I go wake up the husband, to see if he feels well enough to go to work (he shouldn’t. He really did something heinous to his back. But you know men.) And then I’ll go shower, dress, scrounge some breakfast and finish setting up the office. IF I shake a leg I should be able to write tonight. I want to send Darkship Revenge in ASAP, and I didn’t forget I owe everyone Royal Blood, and Eternal Blood, and then The Brave and The Free, and somewhere along the line DRAGONS.
But I also want to finish the first chapter of Guardian and send to Larry for approval/editing/ohmygoshno,yougotJulieallwrong. And there’s another secret project I can’t discuss (but you’ll like) which I need to finish in the next couple of months.
So. I go. Time enough to sleep in the grave. Forgive if my posting is irregular in the next week or two. New house internet service and all.
I’ll go and do all the things, now.