A long absence.

I have a huge post fermenting about Steubenville, but it's going to take some time to put together. Mostly, I need some time to get less exhausted about being angry, so look for it in a week or so.

In the meantime: Boyfriend and I moved back to Traverse City last month, into a gorgeous house on the bay. It's heavenly, but I still need a job. The cat is still lazy; we still cook a lot; he's still with the same company; I still read anything I can about the Plantagenets and Tudors. It's just all in a much, much nicer environment than what I'm used to.

We rebuilt a kitchen in the process, which is almost exactly as much fun as it sounds, but now? Now, instead of a 1952-vintage and virtually unusable kitchen, we have a very light, airy, and modern workspace. And we're using it, boy howdy.

For the moment, the cat is looking at me begrudgingly (as though it's somehow my fault that he spent the entire day in bed instead of getting cuddled), the fire's cracking away in the fireplace, and I've got some reading to do.