I'd meant to blog more...and then didn't...and now am wracked with guilt. But since this happens all the time, I know exactly what to do:
Jump right back in!!!
Nathan wasn't feeling well, so he's home today--watching tv. Spenser is on his perch and looking resentful. (Why is she tapping on that THING when she could be playing with ME??!!) Mark is probably at work by now. I'm still in my pjs, a thick letter (a real letter) sitting next to me, waiting to be read. I'm delaying gratification with that--wanting the perfect moment (snuggly fairy shawl? tea? quiet?).
I've not exactly been fruitful so far, but it's only the 13th. And anyway, I know, absolutely KNOW that at any given moment I can turn everything around, and actually BE who I want to be. (What, don't you think that, too?) So I'm not stressed.
I am calm.
All is well here.