Slow morning. Kev’s…

Slow morning. Kev's gotten on a skewed schedule again (this happens pretty often), and came to bed around 7-ish, waking me up maybe an hour or so before I would have wanted to. Made me cranky. I couldn't go back to sleep; eventually, I just got up, and then proceeded to spend the next hour or so grumbling around the apartment, chugging tea and waiting to cheer up. Basically, I'm a happy person, so it didn't really take too long before my mood reset to my normal baseline cheerfulness. But I still wouldn't mind a little more sleep.

I'm being indulgent with myself today -- instead of buckling down to work, I'm reading...and not just reading, but reading something utterly frivolous. It's not a Tiptree book, it's not on my exam list; it's actually one of my birthday presents, I think, though I can't remember who gave it to me. It's not something I would have picked up on my own, but I'm enjoying it immensely. If you like Sherlock Holmes, I recommend The Beekeeper's Apprentice by Laurie King, the story of Mary Russell, a brainy fifteen-year-old girl who Holmes (in his 40's) takes on as an apprentice. Just charming.

Once it's done, there'll be plenty of work to do. It's laundry day -- I'll probably go put in a load when I'm done with this entry, actually. That'll entail actually unpacking from World Fantasy, which I haven't managed to do yet. Then I need to start answering e-mail -- I'm not sure I've answered a single e-mail in the last two weeks, and they're becoming rather intimidating. There's also some paperwork to do, though luckily not too much. I did clean the kitchen this morning (in the midst of all the grumbling), and once I get tired of real work, I'll probably turn on the tv and clean the tv room and possibly the bathroom. I think that's all I'm going to even attempt to do today...I feel like I'm recuperating after an illness, and that I ought to take it slow. Two weekends of conventions will do that to you. The nasty cough I picked up isn't helping either, I suppose.

It's good to be at home, at peace. I don't have to travel again until I go to my family's for Christmas. That's a very nice thing. Oh -- and I've had a mad thought -- that instead of flying back east, I might drive. Visit people along the way, coming and going. I'm not sure if it makes any sense -- it would end up being a lot of driving, and while I'm coming to actually enjoy driving sometimes (on empty roads, mostly), I'm not sure I enjoy it that much. But it's a thought -- what I really need to do is pull out a map and figure out what major cities are plausible between Chicago and Connecticut.