- The next person who tries to cheer me up by telling me Chicago is having a remarkably mild winter will be lucky recipient of a papercut from my Wellbutrin prescription. Sweetbabyjesusinastockingcap, I grew up here, I know this is a mild winter! Just please recognize that I spent the last 14 years in an area that gets over 300 days of sunshine a year, is a mile closer to the sun than I am now, and that is where I was diagnosed with SAD. I’m about to buy another Happy Lamp and wear it as a hat.
- I am now a contributor to Christine Fonseca’s new blog, An Intense Life. Looking at the other contributors and who they are and what they’ve accomplished, I
feel like a total hackeram honored and humbled to be writing there. The only thing I have up there right now is my bio; my posts will be on the 2nd and 4th Fridays of the month.
- Never in my craziest insomnia moments did I think that finding a community after the move would be this difficult. Are we all this busy, that reliant on social media? I know I’m an introvert, but I’ve made efforts to reach out, and my reaching out again and again is starting to look pathetic. How hard do I have to beg to find a tribe for me? For my homeschooling son?
- Wednesday begins the longest month of the year, made longer by the necessity of adding an extra day to the end so the Mayans don’t get pissed and send the earth flying into the abyss. Or something like that. Regardless, February is the cruelest month, and the 2012 version will either be really really fabootastic or suck little green frogs inside out. I do not exaggerate this in the slightest.
- My parents took the boys for the night yesterday and Tom and I got to enjoy some delicious silence for 27 hours. Yes, I counted. However, by reveling in the rare treat of a house that wasn’t reverberating with the echoes of little boys, I got jack diddly done. So dinners and homeschooling this week will both be of the Seat Of My Pants, Flying variety.
- My dear friend, Deborah Mersino, is moving on from Ingeniosus and taking a dream job in Oregon. As a result, #gtchat is on temporary hiatus until she and the chat sponsors find someone to run it. I will pass along the news once it is live again; this chat is much too important to lose. As for Deborah, I am so happy for her. We lived just close enough in Colorado to get together a few times before I moved, and I wish we could have hung out more. She is truly an amazing woman, and someone I miss terribly. While online is a great way to stay in touch, it’s just not the same. I wish her and her family the best as they dive headlong into this crazy move (she has to be out there in the next couple of weeks), and hope I get to meet up with her again soon.
Now. Here’s hoping I can whip through a last few things before my second wind hits. I’d kinda like to sleep tonight.