Well, I’m back. And shockingly,

Well, I’m back. And shockingly, I feel pretty good. I’ve spent the past week (or two?) in a total “Where the fuck is my life going? I thought I had it all figured out and suddenly I’m lost” haze, but it’s starting to lift, for the love of Jesus. So, to everyone I’ve ignored or blown off (unintentionally, I promise) I apologize. I found myself slipping into one of those “it’s too much effort to go anywhere or do anything or see anyone” phases, where the simple act of dealing with another human being was far more trouble than it was worth - where smiling or small-talking or even making eye contact was a chore. THAT particular feeling hasn’t gone away, but my desire to hide from life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness has. My boss is late today, and I’m strangely thrilled at the opportunity to have our office to myself for awhile. PLUS, I’ve been sick for over TWO WEEKS NOW and the fucking thing won’t seem to go away. Gah. Life has been conspiring against me, my friends. And for that, it needs a good punch in the nose.

I am THRILLED, as well, to see the blog-return of my darling Sarah Rosenzweig, who has also just been through her own personal hell on earth, and who seems to be surviving (and thriving) remarkably down there in sunny San Diego. What tattoo are you getting, darling? You should give me some ideas … I am most definitely nearing time for another tattoo. SOON.. I am finally heading for a momentous enough change in my life to merit one. Let’s brainstorm.

I may be moving into a cutie little house up at 82nd and Wallingford - two blocks from the lake, huge cherry tree in front, yard, dog for Piper to play with. Maybe. Of course, now I’m having HOUSE commitment issues. The people who live there are older (than me, that is), and seem very mature and mellow. This, of course, is both a good thing AND a bad thing. We would never really be pals, we would just be housemates. But, maybe that’s okay. I no longer have any idea what I’m looking for in a house. I am awash in residential confusion … I just want the whole thing to be decided so I can get on to the next part, whatever that is.