Is it Spring yet?

January was just...broken. It always sort of is, because that month after Christmas always manages to get away from me in new and surprising ways, but this one was worse than most. My kid was home from school for like eight days, and it got properly cold in Virginia for the first time since we moved here.

And even with all that, I still managed the vast majority of my January goals. I finished the light-edit I was trying to do, and I finished the Minecraft scarf, and I blogged nearly once a week (the last week didn't happen because I spent three days trying to figure out what to say and I still don't really have anything interesting to blog about), and I finished The Cuckoo's Calling.

There'll be a blog post about that when I can come up with something quasi-interesting to say about it.

So, what's on the plate for February?

1. Editing Watcher (the first part of the Paranormal series I started last May)
2. Writing the first two books in the short-mysteries series I keep threatening to do.
3. Something knitted that constitutes a birthday present for my Mother in Law.
4. Reading The Fault in Our Stars (with some other lovely people, so we can share the inevitable pain).

Added to the late January/early February weirdness, the Superbowl was horrible and Phillip Seymour Hoffman died. I can't decide if he always reminded me of the friend that gave me my first job, and then killed himself a year later, but he certainly does now.