I miss being here. I miss you being here. I’m not entirely sure I have anything worthwhile left to say. I think that’s one of the reasons for my long absence–I was feeling like I had met my lifetime quota of witty or amusing observations on life.
Plus I was always feeling so behind. I missed posting for three of my children’s birthdays last year, which is pretty pathetic considering I only have four children. I think I felt like I couldn’t say anything else until I had crossed those birthday posts off my list. But there’s something about the obligation of it all that took the joy out of it.
So I’m going to try to come around once in a while and see if Stella can get her groove back. And by Stella I mean me, and by groove I mean joy-inducing witticisms and observations (joy for me, not for you–though your happiness would also be a welcome by-product, of course).
Well, I’m thinking 175 words is about all I have in me for today. Carry on. See you later.
One more thing, say what you want about the lastest Killers album (yes, I’m talking to you–you know who you are), but I love this song:
Be still, dear friends. Be still.