there's more than flesh and bones

Happy October, everyone! I'm so happy autumn is finally beginning. I feel more at home in the colder, darker half of the year. I have every intention of spending many nights this fall in the backyard by the fire pit. Sounds nice, doesn't it?
My grandma is recovering well from her surgery. She's already out of the hospital and in rehab. I'll get to see her and Grandpa when I head home for a visit; that means I'll see them twice in one year. That rarely happens. This visit is going to be babycentric, aside from seeing my parents and grandparents. It'll be fun. I need to get in touch with a couple more people, and then I should be set.
Still working on the unfucking my life concept. I feel like I'm a pendulum; I make some progress, then swing back the other direction. But I'm making an effort; that's what counts. The apartment looks good. I still need to fix my desk, though. And I feel like the bedroom and kitchen could use some reorganizing. And once again, I'm erred on the side of working a lot, not on the side of having a lot of time for my own projects. Which is good for the checkbook but not for the sanity. Thankfully I finished a project yesterday, so the workload at home has gone down a bit. Balance is something that still eludes me. . . .
One book to report. I know, it's been a while. I obviously haven't had much time to read, but I'm hoping to rectify that on my trip home. Anyway. 32) Whiskey and Water by Elizabeth Bear. As always with her work, I loved it. Her characters are rich, and full of wants and yearnings and foibles and mistakes. I just think everyone should read Bear's work, she's so good.
Wish I had more to report, but I really don't. Just plugging along, trying to get everything done that I want and need to do. I really want to finish editing my novel sooner rather than later, and write some more short stories. Anybody else have any autumn goals?
Blessed Be!