I feel like I’ve been moving. You know that tired, over wrought feeling–that sensation that your limbs can’t pick up any more boxes or organize any more rooms. I’ve been getting things ready for my cousin, who should be returning sometime this week. Shopping, cleaning, organizing, moving furniture, lots of activity. I’m tired. And it still isn’t all done. And don’t even talk to me about my budget, out the window this month. I’ve been just existing here all summer, but since I’m staying for the winter I decided to make it a bit more homey. More me. So, that called for some investment in stuff, cargo. Ah, but it’s nice to feel more settled in for now.
My brain is full of fragmented ideas. Bits and pieces here and there, but nothing solid to run with as far as communication. I suppose after I get these room situated I should attend to organizing my brain a bit better. Maybe I can ramp up the creative juices in the next couple of months and try to produce something worthwhile, or at least amusing. I haven’t written anything of substance in much, much too long.
