I don’t have much I feel I can say at this point other than “I’m alive” (again– still?) Stuff is happening, some expected, some un-. Nothing bad, just not really anything I feel like I can discuss right now.
I’m alive, I’m well, I’m reading, and I promise I’ll not be so secretive forever. It’s really not my intention.
Just most of what I can talk about is more repetitive (househousehouse) or mean-spirited (can’t wait to be rid of the roommie) or boring (I had a broccoli and cheese baked potato for lunchy).
My life is an exciting place, just the way I like it.