Hello from crisp, clear, autumnal New York! And where have I been all day? Holed up in the apartment writing! Yippity doo-dah!
That probably sounded a little cabin feverish, but the fact is I'm feeling a little fecund lately. So much so that I'm going to make myself write something every day this month as part of this year's blopathon. Anyone else out there doing this? If you're undecided, there's still time to commit yourself to a month that will treat you to vast smorgasbord of Happy Accidents interspersed with a lot of Probable Dreck. Just like life.
Speaking of which, thank you all for the e-mails and such about my last post, which wasn't intended to cause pain in anyone's abdominals. I guess that says something about embracing a new reality, and how unreal an old reality can seem. I know this isn't the best reality right now, but another one's coming. And when it comes, I'll know I worked through a time of pain, frustration, and disbelief as best I could until a better day dawned.
Anyone who's lived through the last eight years should be able to relate to that.