UPDATE: I am not actually dead (or if I was, I am "getting better")
Not even really close to dead. I am, however, trying to simultaneously hide my head in shame and type this (which explains the typing). I have been remiss, I have been bad, I have been... an utter selfish asshole. (Ooo, can I say that? Hmm, it appears I can say that.)
To update: I am mostly well after a few scares, which are behind me now. Steve is well, Nick is well. Tess the dog is well. Now that I've gotten the important stuff out of the way, I can commence to bitch herewith:
We are moving in to a new house, which we designed, sometime in late October/early November, while preparing this house to sell. This is not a fun process, nor is paring down to live in less than 1,000 sf , nor is driving 300+ miles every two weeks to work on the house. That drive has gotten seriously OLD. We have to drive it, because we move a load of stuff from this house to that storage locker every time. Personally, I'm beginning to think we should have just done it all at once, a process which would have doubtless killed us, and then we wouldn't be moaning and groaning about it, because we'd be dead.
Soon, soon, I will be quit of this house and thoroughly installed in the new one, and I should have the time to write again. I have written no fiction since last I posted in this journal, and I think someday I will explode with words. I doubt that would be pretty.
So... ummm, hi there!
To update: I am mostly well after a few scares, which are behind me now. Steve is well, Nick is well. Tess the dog is well. Now that I've gotten the important stuff out of the way, I can commence to bitch herewith:
We are moving in to a new house, which we designed, sometime in late October/early November, while preparing this house to sell. This is not a fun process, nor is paring down to live in less than 1,000 sf , nor is driving 300+ miles every two weeks to work on the house. That drive has gotten seriously OLD. We have to drive it, because we move a load of stuff from this house to that storage locker every time. Personally, I'm beginning to think we should have just done it all at once, a process which would have doubtless killed us, and then we wouldn't be moaning and groaning about it, because we'd be dead.
Soon, soon, I will be quit of this house and thoroughly installed in the new one, and I should have the time to write again. I have written no fiction since last I posted in this journal, and I think someday I will explode with words. I doubt that would be pretty.
So... ummm, hi there!