I have been avoiding the text box lately, not because I have nothing to write about, but because I suddenly have too much to write about. Birthday ’08 created a mass of books to read, DVDs to watch, and things to do. My friend Heather and her husband visited for a day. Another friend, Josh, was on leave from holding down the fort in Iraq. (You know, The Fort.) Connor had his evaluation and a lot of general cuteness. The weather’s been nice and we are, finally, not broke. It’s a lot to process and I can’t seem to get it all in narrative form.
Consider this my long-winded promise to get a bunch of updates written, eventually. None of this really makes a story, nothing has a beginning-middle-end, but eventually I’ll spit up enough bits and pieces to form some sort of grand conclusion. Right now, after two weeks spent with military families, I am just very glad that my husband is here. I am here. My son is here. Here we are, and I am kind of overwhelmed with how much it would suck if one of us was somewhere else. I wish I could get back from a busy week and make you laugh, but I am feeling kind of maudlin and non-linear tonight, so all you get is my mushy sense of gratitude toward the universe.
(Hmmm, could this be why my stats have dropped abruptly? By George, I think we’ve found the answer!)