[EDIT: Heh, you know you’re burned out when you post an entry to the wrong blog. This entry was supposed to go up on Mudder of Dragons, but I shall leave it here. Let it serve as a reminder to me of what happens when I do too much at once and DON’T double check what I’m doing!]
Trying to remain upright at work, I stumbled across this very excellent article about a man, an atoll, and his cats.
The Self-Made Castaway and His Cats
Imagine! A guy in his loincloth, eating fish and coconuts. He did wind up having health problems as a result and had to come back to civilization, but still. I LOVE that this happened in the modern age.
I am working on a big blog post about my book release party, and should have that up later this week. It’ll even have pictures! WOO!
Having my folks stay with me and then having to stand and talk about my book for hours was more tiring than I thought it would be, even though I had a LOT of fun. After my folks left yesterday I spent most of the day in a daze, watching movies (and recovering from the mild hangover), playing with my cat (he’s TOTALLY all better now, thankfully) and eating. Other than doing stuff with the folks in the morning, I only left the house to go for a walk in the evening.
It’s probably being worn out from the party Saturday night that has me wanting to go live on a deserted island (with cats and a loincloth). I love my friends and family and I am hugely appreciative that they came out in support of my weird little habit, but I love silence, too.
