Get Your S*** Together

After being sick/busy for several weeks I have woken to an apartment off the rails of my earlier-this-year organization kick.  My room is freaking even me out, and that's saying a lot (just ask the mother who spent years trying to get me to do my chores).  Friday is Veteran's Day and my office is closed, so I'm going to use a chunk of that time to start gettin' my shit together. 

A little inspiration for the visually oriented: Things Organized Neatly

image from Things Organized Neatly

Catching up, looking ahead

• Been sick for freaking EVER.  Took antibiotics for first time in years, and I'm about 75% better (damn you, sinus congestion!)
• Survived the Fall Conference, my biggest work event of the year.  Lots of pre-event freakout, 14 hour work day, went surprisingly well.  I'm awesome.
• AWESOME Halloween.  I was healthy long enough to wear the bitchin' peacock costume that I spent a month making.  Danced the night away with friends.  Sweet.
• Kicked the outlet mall's ass with the roomie and her bf.  Black boots, work pants, shirts, TWO fancy dresses, oh yeah.
• Moving into concert week for Poulenc's Gloria.  Hopefully all the tiring work won't make my lingering illness worse.  It's a fun piece, so at least there's that!
• Four day work week - woot!
• Now looking forward to NEXT weekend: double birthday party for roomie and small group buddy should be a blast.  Then a morning of pedicures and eyebrow shaping followed by fancy dress for the annual fundraising auction my roomie's office puts on.  Silent auction, champagne, tasty dinner, fancy dress and friends - sounds good to me!
• Next up, Thanksgiving!

Matchy Matchy

Is it weird that I try my best to match my bookmarks to the book I'm reading?  I just started Mockingjay (third in The Hunger Games) and realized that my old Ewok bookmark would be perfect.  Sure, the book isn't about tiny, forest-dwelling bear people, but it is about some good ol' fashioned scrappy underdog rebels fighting The Man (whether The Capitol or The Empire).  When reading a re-telling of The Little Mermaid, I used a Costa Rican bill (colones, if I recall their name) that featured images of sharks.  My go-to bookmark for Shirley Jackson or Ray Bradbury is an old black & white picture I bought years ago from a junk shop.  There's nothing blatantly terrifying about the photo, but there's something about it I find creepy all the same - three girls standing in front of a church and they're so small you can't make out their faces but know they're looking at you all the same.