Things are looking up!

1. I have heat in my apartment!

2. I have LIVING ROOM FURNITURE in my apartment! It's a sectional and it's GINORMOUS, like, it takes up very nearly literally all the space in the room, but, uh, what else was I going to do with that space anyway? And now I have a sectional! I have so many places to sit I don't even know what to do with them all! Clearly I need to have some fangirls over. I have seating and heat AND booze, fangirls! To say nothing of Red Wings hockey on DVD! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE MARCH 26, 1997 DETROIT/COLORADO GAME IN ALL ITS GRAINY GLORY. \o/

3. I finished reading The Sparrow while having a stressful move, AND SURVIVED. And now I just sort of resent what I vaguely remember of the sequel (what I vaguely remember of the sequel is: nothing works out well for anyone) because, look, this is obviously one of those hurt/comfort stories where the author just kept mashing the HURT button--oh, yes, in really exquisite and interesting ways! but MASHING THE FUCK OUT OF THAT BUTTON--and then got bored and wandered off before the comfort part happened. AND THEN SHE WROTE A SEQUEL WHERE SHE FOUND NEW AND DIFFERENT HURT BUTTONS TO MASH, JUST IN CASE YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT FILLING IN THE COMFORT PART FOR YOURSELF.

Uh. Is how I remember it.

4. Okay, so #3 was supposed to be "I finished that depressing book and moved on to a much happier one!" But apparently I had stuff to say.

ANYWAY: HAPPIER BOOK! lamardeuse/gn_chevalier's absolutely lovely debut novel, Bonds of Earth! I had had a copy since, er, January? February? A WHILE, is my point, and did not get around to reading it until Monday, when I really, really needed some properly constituted h/c, and oh man, it delivered. ♥ ♥ ♥

It's the story of two veterans of WWI (one military, one an ambulance driver and medic) who are both supremely damaged by the war--as well as by the experience of being gay men in the early twentieth century. It's one of those stories about growing things and healing that just unfailingly makes me incredibly happy. PLUS, hot porn. :D

Also, it make the project I'm participating in at work involving WWI service records much more interesting...

5. Hockey playoffs! I think I am maybe excited about this in a slightly different way than 85% of the people I see being excited about it on my reading page (waves to iulia, thelionforreal, shoshannagold), but here we are! Playoffs!

And as far as how the playoffs are actually going for my guys, um, I am going to assume the Wings are doing that thing where they drop the first two games of a series and them remember where they are and what they're doing and win the next four straight until I am forced to believe otherwise. Yes.

Helmer nooooooooooooooooes, and what the actual fuck, slap on the wrist for Shea Weber. No love for you this week, Shanny. NONE.

6. I am hanging out in my new apartment, making pasta fagioli while the last of my laundry finishes drying, and it is sunny, and I am warm, and I am comfy on my new couch, and last night I wrote a bunch of words of babyfic and I have this scribbled sheet of paper to turn into progress on the wolf-verse, and everything is fine.

ETA 7. Wolf puppies named Frost and Flurry. <3

But I still haven't figured this out.

ETA: Apparently I installed a plugin and promptly forgot all about it, is what is going on here. Hooray for updates!