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My life in 8 words: Organized chaos, by preference. Exhausting, but never boring

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State of the Meerkat, Weekend Edition
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Friday ended the week on a weird note I can't talk about (yet), but then took a definite upturn with dinner with a friend at one of my favorite cafes (Cassis, on the UWS) and the "Behind the Myths" Mythbuster show at the Beacon Theater.

The show was great fun - I suspect even people who aren't fans of the show would enjoy it, if they enjoy science, thought, and things going BOOM (they didn't actually explode anything on stage, because silly safety regs), but if you are a fan, it is, you should pardon the expression, a blast.

Just, whatever you do, DON'T SIGN THE WAIVER! (or, yanno, do.)

Coming out of the show, my friend and I agreed that we were both surprisingly exhausted, for having just sat there for several hours...

[it may not have been worth it to get front Orchestra seats, but I'm glad I did, anyway]

The rest of the weekend I decided I needed to take a break from the weirdness that had been the week, and turned off the Internet for most of the day, nesting quietly (for values of quiet that also included rearranging the linen and supply closets), puttering around in the kitchen, and reading.

I was bemoaning the fact that even my very simple goal of 12 novels read in a year might not be reached, when it was pointed out that if I included client manuscripts in that, I'm well over 12 by now. I'm not sure if that actually counts - yes, I enjoyed reading them but it was work, not fun. What says the jury?

(and yes, I'm aware that many of you read a book a week, or more. I wish I still could, but I can't.)

Other than that, not much to report. I can't say that I'm pulling at the bit to get back to work, but I also don't feel quite so burnt out/dispirited at the thought as I did last week, so I'm going to call that for a win...

And so, hello Monday.

I've been working really hard to get more reading done. Still didn't do as much as I'd like to have done. The weirdness story sounds . . . intriguing. I hope it's positive, whatever it is.

It's been a very, very weird year, and my fiction reading ground to a halt. I hope your weirdness is the start of something good, and not some weird elbow turn that is dispiriting.

I've been thinking that a quiet day, doing house things, would be nice. But the stress keeps on coming, so that may be Christmas day for me. Glad you and the cats had a quiet day!

Good morning, Laura Anne!

Can you remember where you put it? Wait, do you do any work on paper?

Why I ask: I have only once counted a book I was working on as reading for fun. I went looking for that book I was reading and couldn't find it on any of the "books being read now" stacks. Wrong search image: I should have been looking for the manuscript on my desk. (Very nice work, Dee.)

Well, I meant the book you were reading. But that's not exactly what I wrote, is it? Can I get that right? How to count the current working novel as reading for fun: forget that it's a working novel.

I claim insufficiency of coffee. I haven't had my second cup.

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