Mellow.

It's an uncanny 82 degrees here on the tundra on the first of October, brilliantly sunny, but with that deep golden quality in the light that lets you know this is just a brief fling before we return to the pleasures of fall. I got up early this morning and biked over to watch the runners in the Twin Cities Marathon, streaming down the river road in their multitudes; no matter how many times I watch it, the marathon always make me tear up and sniffle, in a happy way. (I also got loved up by many wonderful dogs who were spectating along the route.) I have a pot of beans that have been slow-cooking all day with chicken broth and garlic, and have mixed into them kale and onion braised with bacon, all of which smells heavenly, and will provide lunches all week. I got to spend time with heresluck and debchan and jackiekjono and lapillus this weekend, which is always a joy. I have just started working my way through Battlestar Galactica, finally, and am enjoying it a great deal so far (am only up to "Water" at this point). My sweet, dorky, overachieving Minnesota Twins actually won the division title this afternoon, bless their hearts. I did a really good hard workout yesterday and have the blissful muscle-ache of accomplishment. My house is clean and my closets have been purged and reorganized.

In other words, my life is about as good a a human being could reasonably expect a life to be, and I am richly and peacefully happy. My general absence from fandom--LJ, writing--is the one thing really grieving me right now (well, leaving aside politics and the state of the world und so weiter, which I am, for the moment, ignoring), and that's at least partly attributable to insane wacky crazedness at work, which should resolve itself by mid-November. But I'm going to try to stick my head up a little more often, even if I have nothing of any particular consequence to say. I had a nightmare just before waking this morning, in which the entire electric power grid -- in my neighborhood, the city, the state, the US, the entire world -- was slowly and inexorably going down, down, down, and would never come back, and amongst all my terror about the kind of unpleasant sticky death this meant we were all heading toward, what upset me the most was realizing I am out of touch with all my friends, I have no way to get IN touch with them, I'll never communicate with them again. I think this was an unsubtle subconsious-y kick in the shins to keep the connections alive, keep the wires powered up, and I didn't want to let the day pass without giving you all a wave.