Aw, come on, cut a girl some slack.

I'm going to break down my 2009 for y'all so far. By week.

Week <1: I was in Oregon with my family after an ice-storm related cattywumpus of a weird Christmas break schedule. But it was good.

Week 1 proper: My friend Lily arrives to visit for the first time since we both left Oregon. She was just going to stay for a weekend. We trip about to the Getty down south, and into boats and on the ocean because I knew she'd like that. It was a big weekend.

Week 2: I win an apartment! Also I finagle a hell of a lot of money transferring all over the place, and no checks bounce ever. And Lily is still here. Also I moved! With the help of a couple of friends, and fortunately right across town, but unfortunately before my apartment is in move-in condition. All of this is ultimately to my benefit, and I love that Lily liked the town enough to stay for a week and help me haul boxes around. And she's a low-maintenance guest of the very best kind. And yet, a bit stressful. I mean, a bit *more* stressful.

Week 3: Unpack boxes, coordinate deliveries of appliances, try to catch the inauguration despite not having cable or internet in the new place, and by the way write a fellowship grant proposal. The deadline for the proposal is thoughtfully bumped back a week by the funding institution, but with only one hour's official notice. Lame, but good ultimately. And I got all my appliances delivered and installed and working. Never mind the gas leak instances (plural, and fixed.)

Week 3 weekend: Oh my God I think I'm unpacked. Day of relaxing in my cute little shoebox includes sleep, knitting, breadbaking and a glass of wine. Good day Sunday. Saturday I got a lot of laundry done and changed out the showerhead. It was one for the history books.

Week 4 so far: I'm going to see my Mom in San Fran this weekend, which is cool. I'm getting the post-stress illness I was expecting which is lame. eta: but I discovered documented evidence for the number 9.12, as abyssinia4077 reminds me. 9.12 ftw! \o/ /eta

And.

Yesterday, in the parking lot on my way home from work, I got in my first car accident ever. Perfect driving record ruined! Only not, because I got that speeding ticket once when I was 25, and also the accident was not my fault and is minor. Still, I am extremely dubious that any kind of car accident requiring repairs is potentially a good thing (my dad's position since I can get more stuff repaired? Or something?) even if the girl admitted fault and gave me a claim number already to contact her insurance.

Stupid fender-bender. I'm sick, universe, please don't be messing with me any more. Today, at least. I'm done for today. Damn, did I park on the right side of the street for streetsweeping day? *head/desk*

Remember when I used to post about fannish stuff? That was fun. Especially since while I was gone (off having a January, rather,) Racefail 2009 happened. Maybe there was some good came of that, but reading through rydra_wong's links is very sad-making (if in some cases, exquisitely, beautifully well-written and sad-making.) Because the thing about seeing all of that in retrospect makes you see these wonderful, eloquent people holding up under so much attack and looking so alone.

All I can think to do at the moment is write up a post on brilliant authors of color I have read lately, maybe repost the sci-fi authors of color list. Seems to me, that might be a positive thing to do, to celebrate authors of color I found because of my involvement here. Because someone pointed out that I'd have to try harder to overcome the privilege of the PR system; so I tried harder, and it was pretty damn rewarding.

And really, at it's best, this journal is about boosting really wonderful written work, so.

Coming soon: fiction recs.

It's been an eventful year so far.