Started reading mystery novel. Cannot. Stop. Reading. OMG. I am getting nothing done. And the thing is, I knew it was good, and I KNEW it would suck me in, and I STARTED IT ANYWAY.

Poor brain must need a break from the nonstop work.

(If you’re curious, it’s Julia Spencer-Fleming’s Russ/Clare series. OMG. WIN.)

I am listening to Hubby explaining to Freebird that the reason Darby from My Friends Tigger and Pooh isn’t in any of his older Pooh book is because Pooh and Tigger hadn’t met Darby yet. She’s a new friend.

Neither is Lumpy, the oddly British-sounding elephant (not that being British is odd), in the older books. Freebird is very confused about this absence of characters.

Baba, meanwhile, is singing the alphabet. But only through “G.”

I had a thing after work last night - a reading of romance fiction at Lady Jane’s Salon in SoHo - and as a result I got home after the boys went to bed. And I left before they woke up. So I haven’t seen Freebird or Baba since Sunday night. In my mind, that is a long ass time.

I miss my dudes!

Traveling this year for book promotion and the like is going to be tough. 

After all that hyperventilating, we have about 4 inches with another 4 to fall today. But I walked to the 6:46 train behind my house, and had the most relaxing commute. I knew the weather was going to get in my way so I didn’t worry about how I was going to get to work, and even though the train takes more than an hour, I was only 20 minutes late to work. Ahh. Train commuting is so great. Especially with an ebook reader.

Tonight I’m staying in the city for a fiction reading, and then I head home on the train - another relaxing hour or so. If only the train was a viable option on days when it’s not snowing like crazy.

And of course, half my office is out today because of the snow.

The weekend was marvelous - we went to Doylestown for a birthday party (I’m still full from the food) and did our very favorite thing: drove on winding roads through rural NJ and PA, there and back. I cross stitched obscenities and the ipod rejoiced that it wasn’t playing the Wiggles nonstop, and we relaxed.

Even though I’m up to my ears in a million different stressful things, I’m happy.