I’m going to see Boo this weekend! Woot! Nate is going with me and we’re hitting the zoo as well. Woot!
The shop job is done, done, done. Thank the Lord and Lady.
I had lucid dreams about the shop last night. AZ said, “Oh no, dear, those were nightmares…”
He’s having a rough time this week.
I’ve been out of sorts, disconnected, pissed off, but belly dancing kicks ass! The teacher was showing us an upper body movement and I started doing it and she asked, “Have you done this before?” When I stated I hadn’t, she said, “I know belly dancers who have danced for years and can’t do that.” So, I was pretty happy. Roma blood comes in handy.
It has been a very hard week emotionally.
AZ said, “How is it that when we actually have time to talk, I have nothing to say, and when we don’t have time to talk, I have so much to tell you?”
I haven’t had much to say this week either. A lot going on upstairs, lots of things on my mind, lots and lots, but, it’s just not ripe yet. It will be ripe next week when we have seven print jobs due, the computer crashes, and the world is topsy turvy.
I’m just sorta here. I guess maybe I’m introspective. For the most part, I’m just here. Just here. For once I’m content to just sit and not think. Overload? Exhaustion? Worry? Suppressed anger? Thinking too much? Thinking too little? Can’t say what I want to? Just have nothing to say?
Nope, just not there yet.