What a whirlwind of a month it was--and while it was unusual, there's no doubt that my life is tremendously busy and looks to stay that way for awhile. It confuses me that there's sometimes a sense today of the moral superiority of not being busy--I really do think we all need to honor our wiring. So while busy is making me happy and I am productive, busy I will be.
Today I am enjoying some quality time with blogs and one can't help but miss the good ol' days. Here I actually met the mysterious and rarely-photographed Suburban Correspondent three weeks or so ago and I didn't even blog it.
SC is fantastic and we could have hung out and chatted for many more hours than we did. It was a highlight in a trip full of highlights. No blog friends at conferences in Coronado and San Antonio, but met and hung out with amazing and brilliant people. Thelma and I spent more waking (and unwaking and bathroom-sharing) moments together than most people can do with their own spouses before the nerves start to fray. And the nerves didn't fray. I think that's pretty special.
My first non-running-full-speed weekend since 9/20-21 is in its last few hours. More's the pity. But I am caught up at work, have a massage scheduled for Tuesday and think I've replaced the sleep deficit (which I know is not possible but, in any event, I hope to commence being able to stay up past 8:30 p.m. tomorrow night).
Social Butterfly got into University of New South Wales for spring semester--so early March! So exciting! Also reassuring that I have some great connections for oversight on her medical condition--makes it much easier to be joyful.
Maybe we should all agree to write one post a month . . . NaBloPo something . . . I am guilty of neglecting this blog and yet it's too hard to say goodbye to all my true friends--and to the writing and storytelling and the pictures and the authentic and often vulnerable voices.