Wow. I wasn’t joking. I really did quit this box. Now that I’ve had so many weeks sober, I can’t remember how I ever fit in the time to write a post. I mean, Jesus, it takes like an hour for a quickie. Where was I getting those hours? I still can’t seem to find the time to get that funky smell washed out of the sink, or sweep the floor which feels more or less like bare ground under your feet. I wish I could say that my life feels revolutionized on the wagon, that my energy and time know no bounds. I mean, I do feel my abstinence is giving me some blessed peace, but there’s no fireworks or bells from heaven or anything.
It has been a bit hectic since our return. My Man finishing up summer work, which included a big scary deadline; some friends visiting from out of town; another weird flu bug for me and the Babe, which I am still sore from.
Another change I can hardly leave out of the time equation is My New Friend.
We met back in May, but it took awhile for the first stage of getting comfortable to transpire. Now we’ve hit the honeymoon stage. We consciously and specifically hang out every afternoon and watch our cumulative kiddlets go feral whilst having intense and constantly interrupted philosophical conversations about everything under the sun.
It’s fabulous.
The loneliness of radical motherhood has been a theme on this blog, and judging from your many concurring comments, I know I was not alone in my loneliness. So I’m sure ya’ll can imagine the elation of having someone to share with, on an every day basis even! In real, candid, face to face life!
I do miss blogging. There’s nothing quite like it. I miss the strangely socially fulfilling internet friendships with you ladies. I want to fit it all in. Somehow.
I am working on a set of photos from our trip. While up there I did, literally, think of you all, and took my camera out extra muchly. Hopefully I will get that out soon. But for now, really, seriously, the sink!
calamity jane 
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