I sort of let things go for a month there, didn’t I?

It’s not that it was a dull month, it’s that I lacked the energy to write about it. I mean, hey, Spud went to DigiPen a couple of weekends ago, and wasn’t that an adventure! (It doesn’t help that he misplaced his ticket info before getting on the train, then found it again at the last minute… both directions. Smart lad, but he needs some travel experience.) And there’s been game playing, and the occasional amusing outing to random parts of town (like my first trip on the Clackamas-bound leg of the Green Line MAX), but… when it comes time to either fire up the WordPress admin interface or fall into bed, guess what I’ve chosen?

Right.

It doesn’t help that I haven’t yet weaned myself off of Twitter. Not that I want to give it up entirely, but some stuff should go here and not there. That way I can use it best as a direct communication (and light comedy) medium, and use this for writing out the rants and raves that I was once rather good at.

It’s a goal, anyway.

It’s astonishing how much better one’s outlook on life becomes when you realize you’re almost fully recovered from an illness, no matter how minor, on a day in which sunshine and moderately warm temperatures can be enjoyed, however briefly.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast duck. Er, day.

You know, there’s nothing quite like a vivid dream that you woke up an hour late for work, right before your alarm goes off.

I’m already un-fond of mid-March as it is (given being ill this year, on top of trying not to think about what happened four years ago), this isn’t helping. Argh.

My birthday celebration was stretched over several days…

• On Friday, Lil’ took me on a trip to the Beaverton Powell’s store; I came home with several books and the yin/yang devil ducky.
• On Saturday, Kylanath and Erica gave me cards and ducks (two more from the pastel Bath & Body Works line) and a sweater. Also? We ate… this delightful confection that Kylanath put together for me (and that Erica had way too much fun beheading, hmm…):

• Later on Saturday, I bought a new pair of shoes. They’d better last a long while; Doc Martens charges a pretty penny. Still, they’re incredibly comfortable and they’ve got to be more durable than the “cheap” ($50+) shoes I’ve been buying at Fred Meyer lately…
• On Sunday, well, that day mostly consisted of vegging out and doing laundry and playing games. Nothing to complain about, really.
• On the day itself? I got up early, went to work, and received the traditional signed-by-the-office-staff birthday card. Oh, and The Roomie foraged some grub so I didn’t end up just making a sandwich for dinner tonight (on account of being too brain-fried to put any kind of effort into food preparations).

All in all? My entry into “being 38″ didn’t go too badly, no, not too badly at all…

Man, I can’t even get the hang of posting every Monday, apparently. I was doing good at that for a while, but you can see that I fell off of that particular wagon, too…

My birthday’s in a few days. I took yesterday off partly as a birthday present to myself (the day itself is Monday, but Kylanath couldn’t get that day off, I couldn’t get today off, so yesterday was the best I could do) and partly to recover from the intensely horrid stretch of work, and partly to enjoy City of Heroes’ double-XP “weekend”.

I have writing to do, here, and some good habits to reestablish. (It’s stupid to try to “break bad habits,” I think, and smarter to replace them with good habits, since I only have so much time in the day I figure the new will replace the old, or something. I’m quite mentally worn out, so maybe I’m blowing smoke up my own backside. Time will tell.)

So. Let’s see if I can manage my 38th year better than I managed my 37th.

While Kylanath and I were out and about yesterday we picked up a set of shelves for her (“What do you get the girl who loves books?”) and a set of shelves for me. Thankfully Ikea now offers $20 65-pound-capable handcarts for those of us who take the MAX to and fro.

Tonight I assembled my set of shelves…

…and filled them full within five minutes of assembly. The new one’s on the left. Sadly, the ducks on the right are just for show: I have another box of books to unpack. Eventually I won’t have any books remaining in boxes, they’ll all be shelved! I figure that’ll be about five minutes before I found out I’m moving again, but hey, whatever.