C-Minus. Needs Improvement. Doesn't Meet Her Potential.

If you were to grade my blogging in August, I'd barely pass,  I know.  ME! The girl who always has something to say! And here I am with a paltry nine blog entries in August.  I guess after the projectile emotional vomiting of June and July, I guess it's to be expected. I mean, I did allow myself to fall in love after slamming the door on it for many, many years, it only goes to follow that the end felt more like exsanguination than ending a blip of a relationship.  But once everything was done and my blood was cooling in puddles around me, turning that nice maroony shade, I was fine.  Funny how that happens, iddn it?

Then I spent the end of July and most of August dragging a wheelie suitcase full of dirty laundry around the country (I didn't actually see much of any city, but I did get good look at a whole bunch of airports!), thereby creating a massive case of abandonment syndrome in the Mad Kitty, who now follows me around the apartment like a little dog as if she's afraid I may just change my mind on her.

And man, there has been a lot of death in my life in the last couple of years, hasn't there? Not sure what that's about, just life being life I guess, but just in case, I always stand behind the yellow line, and hold the railing on the stairs, 'cause you just never know.

And then there are the hours I'm spending on this other thing, this slow, sort of sexy unspooling of something that up to now feels sort of unfrantic and deliberate and like a great old-fashioned striptease. Beyond delicious.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the universe isn't personal -- it just keeps on doing what it does, the wheel keeps on spinning, and every now and again, the ball lands in your number.

But back to the poor blogging frequency.  What can I say? I've been busy. Preoccupied. Slightly dis. trac. ted.

I will try to do better.