Am I really coming back to the fold?
Almost every window in the house has been shoved open, allowing a cross breeze to cool us; for the rest of the U.S., this kind of heat is normal; for us, for Portland--this is bad. I could barely sleep last night, the muggy air irked me.
But the jalapeno lights are on, despite--the heat, that it's the last day of June, that my family has been clawing at each other all evening--everything. Some things never change.
There was much more I was going to write about--my (third? fourth?) attempt at welcoming me back to LiveJournal land; now, however, I'm just tired and want to get some sleep.
restlesschild leaves tomorrow for Jamaica; I called and left a message but I'm afraid she's already gone. Stef Neale, I love you and I miss you! Have fun, wherever you are!
Let's see if I can keep this up; and maybe not for you or you or you--but for me?
But the jalapeno lights are on, despite--the heat, that it's the last day of June, that my family has been clawing at each other all evening--everything. Some things never change.
There was much more I was going to write about--my (third? fourth?) attempt at welcoming me back to LiveJournal land; now, however, I'm just tired and want to get some sleep.
restlesschild leaves tomorrow for Jamaica; I called and left a message but I'm afraid she's already gone. Stef Neale, I love you and I miss you! Have fun, wherever you are!
Let's see if I can keep this up; and maybe not for you or you or you--but for me?