I've got an hour to kill before I do an early morning supermarket run, so I figured the time could be well spent updating my rather dusty and neglected blog. Instead of going into the myriad reasons why I haven't been a good little blog citizen lately, I think I'll just jump in with what's going on with me...

So, let's see, work is fine. My boss got fired last week, which was a bit disconcerting, but my contract was renewed for another three months, so I'm safe there for the time being. I've segued away from writing into "content management", which is challenging and more interesting than I thought it would be. It allows me to save the act of writing for personal and creative projects and that's probably a good thing. Expect to see my best-selling semi-autobiographical novel about North American middle-class feminist angst to hit the shelves any day now...

We're still taking dance lessons, and having a great time shaking a wicked hoof once a week. The teacher is fantastic and makes it all about fun and connecting with your partner (and he makes us switch partners, which was a bit frightening at the beginning). We're still pretty crap, but much less crap than we were when we started.

K. is supposed to be starting a new job soon, one that will allow us to move to London at the end of this year. This idea is keeping me motivated and sane at the moment (I can't wait to move!), but his start date has shifted twice now and I am getting concerned that it's not going to happen after all. He's going to find out one way or the other this week, so fingers crossed...

Otherwise, things are fine, no big catastrophes in any personal sector. One thing that occupies way too much of my brain space right now is getting fit. I gained a significant amount of weight after going through "the change", and although I've managed to stem the tide, it's time to start shedding it. I don't feel like myself, I don't look like myself -- I look like some bloated version of myself; my fat twin sister. A friend of mine who is in a similar boat wants me to do this boot camp thing at a local gym with her (3 nights a week for a month), and while normally I *hate* gyms, this may be just what I need to jump start my physical machine. I'll keep you posted.

The only slightly interesting thing that's happened recently is that I've learned that I can now obtain an original copy of my birth certificate, meaning I can find out the names of my birth parents. After much thought and deliberation, I have decided to do it. I am not interested in meeting my birth parents or forming any kind of relationship with them, but I am slightly curious to know what my original name was. Just curious enough to make a trip to the Boston courthouse and pick it up. I'm going to be there this week for a conference, so I should have the document in my hand in a day or two. Weeeeeeeeeeeird.

That's about it for now. I've got to pack and get ready for my trip. I got a swish, modern haircut over the weekend and now I'm just wondering if my blow-drying skills are up to keeping it maintained. I failed Beauty 101...

See my brainscanner results

So, we've got on one side a ring of happy faces trying to corral a bunch of sad faces, and on the other side a ring of army guys trying to fence in a bunch of crap. Seems about right...