Yes, I am still here. And have done NOTHING (I mean that in almost the literal sense) since RG left. I’m telling myself that I’m decompressing from the energy over the past six months and that seems to work for me. No commitments other than sitting my ass on the couch spacing. Oh okay, I did clean the cat box, do laundry, load the dishwasher, feed the squirrels, sleep and catch up on my Olbermann watching but I count that as basically nothing of note. And I’ve enjoyed it. It’s been so quiet. Just the sounds of the cats purring and “in that silence, there was a freedom” (to quote Sarah MacLaughlan).
You guys MUST click over and read Crse’s hilarious 13. It’s a confession of her dorkier social phobias and honestly? I have many of them myself. In fact, I’m gonna steal her idea and use it for my next 13! All hail Crse!! :)
Anyway, PiK and I are off to Numerology class for the day and then we’re having a sleepover with coffee and “Bridget Jones’s Diary” and maybe even some “Office Space”! Woo Hoo!
Happy St. Pat’s Day to the Cousin ‘O Love and Irishness!
(Edited to say THANKS SO MUCH to all y’alls who were sweet and reminded me that I’m not heartless. It touched my bitty heart (of which I have ONE). SMOOCH!)