What is up, Darling Ones?
I’ve been really quite busy in the most mundane way. All the checks my mouth wrote back in May have come for my ass. And on top of that, my dumb mouth wrote even more checks. So many checks. My poor ass has been glued to the couch working all the time.
This is not a complaint. I’m a freelance business mogul so I take the work whenever it comes for me. I know that come February this very same ass will be whining incessantly about being bored and 10 seconds away from homelessness.
This is a short note to let you know letters here may be nonexistent for the next week or so. Life is coming at me pretty fast. There’s a lot of work to get done. My sisters arrive for end-of-summer shenanigans on Saturday and my house won’t be empty until September 2nd. And, my dad’s health is pretty shaky. This is causing me more than a little amount of freaking out because childhood friend Jodi’s mom died a week ago.
I know it’s not 2003 and people would hardly notice a week-long hiatus. However, I’m the kind of person who notices when people who usually update on the reg go missing for a few days and I always want to know why. I’m attentive and nosy.
So that’s what I’ll be doing — working, sistering, and trying not to anxiety barf every ten minutes.
Talk to you later,
P.S. I said goodbye to like four plants from the Sadness Garden today. It was not that sad. Mostly I was tired of their dead-looking butts refusing to reinvigorate despite all my love. Rude.
P.P.S. If you get to missing me too much, you can probably find me on the Twitter.
P.P.P.S. My niece texted me about watching a Joan Didion documentary and then asked me about other docs about creative people. I might have went a little bananas typing about the Vonnegut documentary.