Not dead. Everyone's been sick. Okay now. Work sucks. Going to Charleston in December. Lost my mind, got it back. Surprisingly is working better now in terms of prioritization; hence little blogging. Although sentence structure in current entry may suggest severe stroke, promise can still form complete sentences. Debating hospice work this winter on Mondays - volunteer - at Greg's suggestion/with his help. Will research. Still researching bankruptcy. Taking Maddie's art show down next week - successful (i.e., no one complained, some are even buying). Offered job at Clare; turned it down due to irrepressible desire to make love to boss, and boss' repeated surrender to my advances (in private, of course). Fear this could lead to rather lengthy and involved sexual harassment dispute, if it weren't for the fact that no one's disputing.
Reading. Watching tv. Taking it easy. Enjoying weekend with my best friend and love. More grateful, more in love than I have ever been. Ever. It's warm and it tastes like coffee and chocolate. Raspberries? With a little crunch. And served inside a velvet pillow (for cuddling, of course, not eating). Comes with a back massager, dishwasher, live musician, poet, some nursing experience (fantastic for those occasional pesky nervous breakdowns), great experience in HR/PR/CPR/PBR/PMS(mine)/IRL/VW. I'd tell you to go out and get one, but there's only one and he's already taken. Sorry, ladies. (Well, no, actually, I'm not. Just grateful, humbled, and gosh darn excited).
Bath time.