Hey, I can sort of ramble again

So, after falling down the previously-mentioned half-flight of stairs post-photoshoot, combined with the flailing attempts at 9-section chain whip floor work, some unfortunate bumps and scrapes practicing new nandao sections, and my usual bouts of absurd clumsiness, I've spent the past couple of weeks looking, uh, rather spotty. And that's putting it mildly. The bruises from the stairs incident are finally mostly-faded, but damn. If I weren't A) single, and B) a hulking mass of female kung-fu bad-assery, I'm sure someone would've called the domestic abuse hotline by now.

Anyhoo, a lot of things seem to be on the way to resolving themselves, so outside of the gob of snot that refuses to dislodge from my sinuses, I'm feeling pretty good about the past 5 days.

I am slowly plowing through my task lists, and as stress creeps downward, creativity is beginning to creep upward again. I have a nice little pool of Fun With Illustrator flights of fancy, for whenever I'm simultaneously not-sick and possessing free time.

Oh, AND! Studio spaces. Holy jeebus, the search is equal parts overwhelming and exciting. I found a guy through Twitter interested in a studio share, and his work is good and he is sane. We're also finding that we're on very similar pages, as far as what we're looking for in a space. Part of me wants my very own space, but I *am* relieved to have this option in front of me, if I need it.

I also seem to have made a Friend into a Good Friend, which feels pretty excellent. There are some vaguely painful parts to what went down, certainly, but it could gone been much, much worse than it did. Whenever I find a person who gives openness and honesty, I want to just hug them forever, because it can be so, so rare.

I'm house/pet-sitting this weekend, which is PERFECT, because another damned Adopt My Kittens post cropped up on damnportlanders the other day, and it left me craving mass quantities of therapy, in the form of giving scritches to fuzzy animals.

One of these days, I *am* going to come home with one of those little fuzzy bastards, and I will have no regrets. Well, until Andy's head explodes due to his utter distaste for pets, anyway.

Also, in the past 48 hours, I have seen the following, within five blocks of my very own home:
A) a man unicycling up the street, with an accordion strapped to his chest
B) a man driving a DeLorean into the Save-a-Lot parking lot.

Like, damn. God bless this town.