Friday restlessness

I don't know about you all, but autumn makes me restless. It's just starting to set in; the warm weather staved it off for a while, but it's starting to undeniably get cooler out. Leaves are changing, storms are blowing through the city, there's a different feel to the air. It just makes me feel . . . well, I'm not even sure how to explain it. Like I don't belong anywhere, but I belong everywhere at once. Like there's a brilliant adventure waiting somewhere if I hop on a train and just go. Like there's too much and too little time all at once.
Anyway. One book to share, really quickly. 52) Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire. I loved this gritty urban fantasy. If that's your scene, check it out! Apparently there are two more books out about the main character, October Daye. I need to get them. She's easy to empathize with, and believable. And I will admit, I totally didn't guess who the bad guy was until shortly before the big reveal. But you know, sometimes I don't want to guess. I'd rather be surprised. Anyway, great book. Definitely a keeper!
A couple strange dreams lately. One was several nights ago: I was staying in a huge swanky hotel, and I was some sort of investigator. I was prowling around through other people's rooms, looking through their stuff. In one room I found the dead body of a man in a business suit, only to realize that it was made of wax. Then I decided I needed to figure out why the death of this guy was faked, and by who, and who he was, etc. So I kept poking around. (I feel like there was something in here about a cat following me around. At some point there was also something about a huge staircase leading up tot he floors of rooms from the lobby.) Then I was outside, leaving I think, and this horse-drawn open cart pulled up, with two gypsy/circus folk in it, a man and a woman. She could tell the future, but didn't want to. I think she used a bowl of clear water or a mirror to do it. Maybe cards, as well? Hmm. Last night, I dreamed I was living in a big house that had a bunch of ghosts living in it. They were my family, who were all dead. Sibling spats, etc., like you expect when an extended family lives together. Anyway, these other ghosts showed up to try to press my family into servitude. I was hiding from them but trying not to leave or starve or anything. They saw me at the last, but I managed to lock them outside of the house so they couldn't get me. (I think there was a bit with a pb&j sandwich, and a particular sibling fight, under the spruce tree outside the front door. . . .)
This weekend is looking a little busy, but in a good way. After work today, going shopping with my friend K, then heading home to tidy up my radio play episodes and send them to the grand poobah of that project. Tomorrow morning is at-home stuff, then yoga at 10 am, then writing. Then grocery shopping, and then a new friend is coming over for the evening, hurray! Sunday I'm going to see Neil Gaiman speak at the New Yorker Festival, and I am so excited for that. It's going to be great. I may stand in line for him to sign something for me, for the first time ever. After that there's a Stone Brewery event.
And with that, it's time to get ready to jet. Have a good weekend, everyone!