current book: There are so many. I’ve got a teenage romance going so that I can write a review for this weekend (thanking the Tumblr gods that their site is working again), The Naperville White House, a few others queued up on my reader, and another little stack of paper books on top of that. This is not to mention a certain book in progress right now on my hard drive.
current music: Nitzer Ebb, “I’m Undone”; Morrissey, “We’ll Let You Know”—more on this later
current shame-inducing guilty pleasure: A day in the city on Monday, much needed, and now that I think about, not at all inducing of shame.
current colors: charcoal, chocolate, a whisper of cream, and maybe a hit of mallard blue.
current weather: -10 here (14F for those of you playing at home), windy but sunny
current annoyance: Our trash bag seems to go missing every week. And not when everyone else’s goes, either.
current food: I’m eating spicy chicken strips on focaccia with Caesar dressing. Bad for me, but wowgood.
current drink: Water, always.
current link: I’m out of new-music mode, and am sinking gloriously into Strangeways Radio, which reminds me of my age and wipes the years away at the same time. There’s new stuff there, but you can feel the ley lines from those bands to the originals.
current fragrance: Child. How this stirs me.
current celebrity crush: Benedict Cumberbatch. Even my grandmother understands that one. Lordy.
current film: I can’t wait for Black Swan. Cannot. Please, filmic heavens, let it be as good as I want it to be.
current anticipation: New furniture sometime this month and a major reorganization. Jeepers. I absolutely cannot fit anything else in this month. So glad I’m not traveling.
current triumph: I have not quit the daily blogging of Reverb10. See, I quit things. It’s only been eight days, and right after I post this I still have to write for it today, but I haven’t quit.
current bane of my existence: Usually when I answer this question, I use “bane” in the sense of something mildly yet chronically annoying. Today, I mean it in the strongest way, the way that means “bringer of ruin or woe”—I have an extremely sick and loving and lovely kittycat. We still don’t know what, if anything, we can do for him. It’s breaking my heart. I have had to make the pink-shot decision for two other cats, but both of those times it was crisis-critical, the very end of their lives. This time, for this cat, he’s still got time. We just don’t know how much.
current indulgence: Um, did you miss that sandwich up there? I say again, yum.
current slang or saying: Bideo, n. (2010)—the livestream from Christie’s during which I successfully bid on an antique chess set for Myron yesterday. That was nervewracking, let me tell you. Myron would have done it himself but he had an emergency meeting at the office, so I had to be the one with my finger on the mouse, and one slip of it would have meant a hundred-pound mistake. Thank you for shouting me out, Mr. Auctioneer. That made me squeal a bit.
current endorsement: Kristin at The Benefit Brow Bar at Murale on Bank Street. I’m delighted with my new arches. Go. I promise.
current #1 blessing: I always have more than one: Health for myself and the ones I love, a darling kitty who may not have health but still has snuggly love for us, a set of walls to keep out the snow and wind, a fine man who can read more languages than I have fingers but still rock a pair of jeans and a scarf as well as Jon Hamm, good friends, the luxury of safety and security. My life is a good life.