Yes, I’ve been so rude as to not respond to email. No, I haven’t been posting here. Yes, I can barely get out of bed in the mornings.
There’s not really much more to say than that.
I’m alive, but tired, frustrated, and very likely to take a mallet to the face of anyone who crosses me, most especially my dear WO. (After all, he’s often within arm’s reach.)
Oh, and I put out two kitchen fires last night.
…Within five minutes of each other.
In good news, my phone interview with Teach for America went well, I think.
I want more private time than I can get, hence the lack of writing here or reading of other blogs (except one). Trust me, there’s equal seclusion and hermitude going on in the Lissa-love shack. Me and my paper journal are making good time, though.
And you know what? I don’t even feel like trying to put on a face right now. I’ll try to respond to emails, but otherwise, I’ll be back when I’m back.