Farewell, 2011

This time last year, I was working my tail off to finish the first half of The Radiometry Conspiracy. This year, I’m going to take Mucinex cough syrup at regular intervals and enjoy a Ciaran Hinds movie marathon.

In 2011, I finished writing two books, boosted my blog, moved across the country (again), lost a beloved grandmother, and met a lot of wonderful new friends. Sweet and sad both, it’s been a lovely year. I feel okay giving myself the day off this last day of 2011 to recover from a cold.

Instead of a real blog post, I give you a cute cat picture. (I hear they do well on the interwebs.)


This is Portia. She’s about eight pounds and very fluffy, but in spite of appearances, she’s an evil genius and a criminal mastermind. She vomits on the carpet at least twice a week, she bullies our fifteen-pound male cat, and she bosses us around incessantly, but somehow we love and protect her and let her sleep on my pillow. She also spends a large portion of her time meowing in a high-pitched voice and demanding that I throw a plastic milk-jug ring for her to chase.

She’s very distracting.

So if you need some time off today, too, you can gaze at this picture, admire her cuteness, and let her distract you. Enjoy.

See you next year!