Sunday, June 10, 2012


My brain is jet-lagged, ragged with real-estate transactions, hopped up on anxiety, loopy with love. I have no attention span. I want to lie in bed for hours or days next to the man who loves me with the Christmas lights on, listening to music, drifting half-in, half-out of sleep. Wait...I just did that.

I feel like I've jumped into the deep and can't quite get to the surface.

New house, old house, freeways, planes, motels, a wedding, a road trip, having house guests, being a house guest. None of that is earth-shattering.

Maybe I'm not drinking enough water.
Maybe I need more ketchup.  Catchup