I miss everyone. Which is pretty funny cause I NEVER miss ANYONE in fleshandblood land.
That's because I'm almost pathologically antisocial.
Blogland is the closest this chica will ever get to dropping by or sitting for a spell on a neighbor's porch.
And forget about come on over for coffee and crumbcake.
A margarita? Maybe. But even that's a long shot.
My summer fling with darkness came to a blessed end with a return to yoga and a moment of inspiration which gave birth to a project.
And no Mrs. 4444 it's not another baby. shoot me.
Who knows if this project will actually come to pass, or in what form.
Right now it's something to be excited about, to work on and look forward to, and it's helping me to
keep on keeping on.
And that's all that matters. Right?
I still hate mosquitos. When I squash one or 27 I typically say die suckah.
The other day, Mia was on suckah patrol and I was smacking the shit outta the damn things.
Through it all, she was absentmindedly chanting
om lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu
may all beings everywhere be happy and free from suffering.
see you tomorrow