It has come to my attention that I don't blog much lately.

This is mostly because I'm homeless (or, well, really I'm on vacation now since I signed two big fat stacks of paper twice on Monday to purchase our new house in Christmastown). I have had occasional access to computers in this limbo land between the old house and the new, but not my own computer. I don't have my own familiar keyboard or my collection of internet bookmarks or my cluttered, dilapidated desk and blue folding chair at which to sit while I compose lines of infinite genius.

Plus I've been a bit distracted by a toddler run amok. Trooper though she is, she has not been handling this transition as gracefully as I would have hoped. I'd give you the details, but mostly they make me cry. I'd rather not think about them more than is absolutely necessary.

I want to run away from home. Except that I don't have one yet. (Yeah, I signed the papers, but I don't get the keys until Saturday.) And except that I'd have to take both kids if I did decide to make a run for it, and that would totally defeat the purpose.

Oh well. Maybe in a week or two -- assuming we can find the computer amidst all the boxes and assuming it is unscathed and assuming we get around to getting phone service so we can connect to the internet and assuming we get a new desk to put the computer on (we left the dilapidated one in Lubbock) -- I'll blog about something totally fascinating.

Yeah. That's the plan, anyway.


~RCH~