Hello from a small and quickly vanishing window of breath-catching in between the ironclad deadline that I met today (barely, heroically) and the one that I’m going, I’m absolutely going, to meet tomorrow. It’s been one of those weeks. Things I blithely take for granted under normal circumstances, like sleep, social activity, cooked meals, the outdoors, and, yes, blogging, have through the magic of deprivation been revealed as tremendous gifts and blessings. In other words, I miss this old place.
After I slay this last dragon, you’ll be hearing from me on this, that, her, and quite possibly them, if I’m feeling self-indulgent (which I often am). This week may stink, you see, but last weekend was pretty excellent.