First of all, thanks to everybody who checked in on me after my rotten month of January. Certainly, February was much better.

One of the reasons it was better is that by the time February was over, it seemed to be almost spring. It was the kind of premature spring weather, though, that is heartbreaking when you live in this part of the country, because it doesn't last. It was 50 degrees here last week, and I had the window down and the volume up, and it was delightful. But I knew that it wasn't really spring yet. It was only joking.

And, of course, it is cold again today -- not cold like winter, but cold like March -- with a bunch of snow on the ground. Winter coat weather after weeks of getting by with thick jackets is very disheartening.

My day job has also been keeping me outrageously busy, even as I try to figure out what I want to do after my planned tenure there runs out in December. I'm going to need to have a job, and it might be a different one. That might mean moving -- like, to a new city -- and a plan, and an idea of what's next, and so forth. I hate moving. I hate packing, I hate boxes, I hate the part where you're down to your last few things and you wind up with a box labeled "Pillowcases, Extension Cords, Jigsaw Puzzles, Hammer." But it might be time anyway.

There continue to be lots of things to do -- there will still be a book eventually, and I've now seen it all looking like a book and stuff, which is undeniably fun. When I first got it, I took a picture of it with my phone and sent it to a friend with the message, "Eeeeeee!" That's a good day.

In other news, I will now pimp NPR's awesome new Song Of The Day feature, close to my heart for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that if you scroll all the way down, you will see that the first SOTD was by the preposterously brilliant Eef Barzelay, whose music I love and whom, weirdly, I have met, owing to my tendency to know exclusively people who are much cooler than I am. That Eef song is just... I heard him perform that live once, and I've never seen an audience so knocked back in all my life. You giggle at first, and then he kind of punches you in the stomach, in the good way. He's a fucking genius, he really is.

So that's the update. Further news as events warrant.