I’m out of the habit of writing every day and I miss it. When I think about blogging, my head swims with all the ‘catch-up’ posts I’d like to write. My heady rush of excitement about blogging quickly spirals into a mish-mash of muckity-muck.
I recently yelled at someone that one of the miracles of being human were endless ‘do-over’s’. That someone was my husband and I was yelling in that tone of force and vehemence that meant I was really yelling at myself and he was the convenient target. Sorry, Honey.
How are you?
Yeah, uhm… hang on….
Oblique statement of the day: “No, I’m not stupid.”
Whew. NOW I’m really fine.
Susan Scot Fry