okay. so back to this blogging thing. i never have been very good at sustaining. see that last post. (am thankful for the comment, which i just saw today - over a year later. talk about not being with the program). i haven't written yet, just so you know (though i imagine after over a year, you'd hardly be sending a thought this way), not because i don't want to. there's something in me that wants to get it right. that wants to make it right. and until i can either figure that out, or let it lie, or just plain stop angsting over it, it's best for both of us if i keep myself small and quiet. but btw, i love that you use the word mawkish. it's a good one.
there's wind where i am. big gusting skylight shaking wind in the midst of a snowless winter. the dog oblivious at my feet, and me as lost as i ever was, googling in a half-hearted sort of way, and thinking of where you are today. and all the other you's in my life. the yous that left. the yous i ran off. the yous who just disappeared or changed into something else. those yous. and, for that matter, those mes.
procrastination is the worst kind of purgatory - self-inflicted. how to figure out which world to have a foot in?
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