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
1 comment:
sounds like fun!!
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