Rollercoaster, Whee!

It's been a rollercoaster of experiences this last week or so:

I quit my job (well, gave notice anyway). I have been working from home since last Wednesday, and it is both a fabulous and existentially ambiguous experience. The biggest problem is figuring out...what to work on. And how not to feel guilty about what I am or am not getting done.

We went on our every-other-year pilgrimage to see Cirque du Soleil with old friends. Cirque is one of my favorite art forms ever. Human bodies and their physical capacities are truly astounding things--after watching a Cirque performance, I feel like saying "that there is the reason why the aliens should not be allowed to wipe out humanity. If we are capable of this, we should be allowed to join the Galactic Alliance and spread our genes among the stars."

I got so caught up in writing about zombies this morning that I couldn't stop. I am finally making progress on the big fight scene that I stalled out on before VP. I literally had so many bodies to choreograph that I couldn't hold them all in my head and had to pull out the gaming mat and dice just to get a visual of the scene (the good guys were the white dice, the bad guys were the purple. Horses were 4-siders, bunched together). Fight scenes are hard, and we hates them, precious. But I am finally allowing myself to just push on through this one, now that I have finally internalized the bright shiny lesson that Revison Will Fix All Flaws.

I went out to dinner with one of my dearest old friends tonight and had the kind of conversation that reminds me to (metaphorically speaking) look up and around, to put things in context. Oh yeah, *this* is why we have friends. Mirrors and textbooks, love and acceptance, all in one.