oh Lord, what can I say?

[minxy]

synecdochic has posted another fic in her accidental eurydiceverse, and it's a wonderful, complex, Jack/Daniel first time. Really extraordinary. Throwing Pebbles Up The Mountain. Jack voice, first person, slash, NC-17. I think what I might like most are the hints that there is so much more, to this comment, to that story, to the background, to the reason. Gives you Smart!Jack and still Canon!Jack.

I can't write Jack for beans, I don't think, so I'm just hella impressed.

In other news, I'm climbing a mountain tonight. My first mountain, and timed to climb in the dark and witness the sunrise from the summit.

Check off one of the things that I've always wanted to do in my life. Plus there's a home and a nap and a hot tub waiting for me and my posse of moonlight climbing friends at the foot of the mountain, which takes this from the realm of 'dream' into 'romantic.' Alas for the G-rating.

But I was pulling out clothes today, expecting wind and cold that high up and then when the sun comes up and we start down, gradual heat to normal hiking temps (can you say 'layers'?) I found a skiing jacket with lift tickets from a nearby mountain attached, and maps of the cross country trails and snowboarding trails in the pockets and I realized.

I mean, I knew this, but it hit me: I am terribly, wonderously, blessed. I am not sure I deserve so much wonderfulness. And, I mean, that's just TODAY. Next Wednesday I leave for AFRICA for a MONTH, after seeing so many fantastic people if I can get my head together enough to organize it, and I'm celebrating the completion of my doctorate, which I am so bloody proud of, and... how the hell is a girl supposed to process so much happy?

I would share this, if I could possibly figure out how to bottle it. I would be standing in front of the turnstyles at the subway in Manhattan and handing it out like free tokens. Taping it to the backs of postcards and mailing it to all of you with little pink hearts drawn around it. And stars.

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There are emotions I'm just not good at (like anger, I need someone to tell me I've earned angry) but joy I love. I've always loved the rush of being really darn pleased with the moment.

Lucky me. Lucky lucky me. Hee! Looking forward to seeing you. So much.