ďCan I get a fucking moment of silence? For this small, chronic break?Ē I believe those are Snoopís words.
The days are FLYING by, as I have packed my calendar, and Iím writing furiously and frequently. M.s. and I have been cleaning out the garage (man, I hate dust), and Iíve been high on Clariton for days. I forgot how cracked out it used to make me (probably because it paled in comparison to the other things I did to feel cracked-out). Iím energetic in an uncomfortable, jittery way, but this too shall pass, and itís totally worth it, considering the alternative Ė asthma attacks, hives, and itching, all guaranteed results of my contact with excessive amounts of dust.
Tomorrow Iíll be helping my father pick out new glasses! He hasnít purchased a pair of glasses inÖ I canít even type it. Letís just say, the years amount to more than my age. But weíll take care of all that tomorrow, and Iím looking forward to getting to spend some time with him.
So much more I want to share, but please, my pets, be patient. I need to take care of some other things first, all involving writing, and I donít want to get too burned out. Just know that life IS simply wonderful, and I canít wait to tell you ALL about it.