Sunday, June 10, 2012

Submerged


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


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1 comment:

It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?