Just a quick update on the whirlwind that is my life:
My mother is slowly recovering from her cancer surgery, which removed her entire lung. At this point, she's not planning to undergo chemotherapy, which would normally be recommended for her type and stage of cancer, after seeing what my father went through with chemotherapy just before he died in 2005. I wish she'd try it, but I do understand and respect her choice.
In happier news, I accepted an offer for a new job last week. 5/25 is my last day at the current place, and I start at the new place 5/29. I think it'll be a good fit for me. I like the people, and on paper at least it looks like the best match for my skills and interests I've yet found. The only downsides I can see so far are a longer commute and somewhat dressier dress code.
We're still settling into our new place, and I'm finding my way into my new novel. Both unpacking and writing are going in fits and starts.