Waving A Flag So You Know I'm Over Here

Julia is worried about me. Don't worry Julia, I'm still in here.

It's been a whirlwind couple of weeks with travel and funeral and guests and stuff to do and work and theatre and weird stuff happening at work and life and you know...stuff. It seems to have caught up with me and I just haven't had the gumption to write anything down here on the internet for a couple of days. Going home last night it was sad to come into a quiet house with the ladies gone. If you know me at all you'll be surprised to hear that but no one was hauling out a tub of hummus or feeding me ice cream out of a carton or giggling with me before we went to sleep last night and that was sad. They made this week better, way more tiring but in a really good way.

So I let myself have a pass on last night for pretty much everything. I haven't folded up the fold out couch and I've barely moved off of it and, frankly, I don't see much movement in the cards for the entire weekend. The pets concur.

I am actually a little late leaving the couch right this minute. I'm off to class, perhaps to a movie, to brave Ikea to get a wedding present and then right back here to this fold out couch. I've got a couple of Netflix and practically a whole week of TV on the DVR that needs watching and a brain that is incapable of anything else.

But I'm OK, I promise and you'll probably hear from me soon. Thanks for asking.