I have been very busy lately.
I say this not as an excuse, but as an explanation.
I have a hundred things to talk about, to share; thousands of words to rush out to explain the wonderful things I’ve been doing – the things off my life list, the exploits of my hobo and his lady friend, the party with the guy in the dress, crafts. I want to explain how crappy work is being, and how good at the same time. I want to tell you about the thing my sister is doing, and the way the ManBear looks at me. I want to tell you how I feel fat and beautiful and tired and clever. I want to tell you how much I love my life, my man, my cat, my friends, the world.
Instead, for now, for this brief moment i have to breathe and collect, I’ll tell you about all the things I want to tell you about.
Life is really, really good.