It’s been awhile. That’s my fault. Well duh, of course it is. Who else would be at fault for not writing here?
When I signed into my blog, this was in a draft I’d saved:
I woke this morning feeling fragile and lighter-than-air. I almost feel as if there is some refining process going on in my psyche. Refined through stress, tested by fire and chaos. There are just too many things up in the air right now. I can’t keep up with everything.
I have no idea what that was all about. I can’t even remember when I wrote it. It’s like finding a letter in a drawer, begun long ago to someone I can’t even remember now. Time blurs everything. But time also heals. It can be a bitch (just look at these wrinkles!), but it can also be a balm.
weez moovin!
an sheefra helpz!
I can hardly wait. We got the apartment we wanted, and we move on Saturday. Wish us well. I know things will improve in the new environment.
I wrote this the last time we moved. It’s how I feel again this time.
We won’t have cable at first, so no internet and no email. I’m going to have withdrawals. Yikes! But the Comcast guy is supposed to start our service Monday morning. I will have to wait patiently and not look out the window every five minutes. Oh, who am I kidding? Actually, I’ll be too busy on Saturday to spend any time on the ‘puter anyway. Sunday we will be busy recuperating and unpacking. Slowly we will reestablish the household, and things will get back to normal… well, normal for us anyway… only better. Much better. I’m sure of it.
