Wrong direction

Well now I've gone two days without blogging: my longest stretch in 2008. LOL!

In my pitiful defense I put a monster day in on Tuesday. It was an unexpected day at home so I attacked it with a vengeance. And it turned around and bit me. I had an awful time with congestion that I thought was allergies stirred up as a result of record warmth and plenty of wind. So I just worked through it as all good working women do. Now it's in my chest and I'm coughing again.

Still, I got a lot done Tuesday, but it translated into my hitting this big, high, thick wall at about 11:00 PM. I could not even crawl to the foot of it. I passed out in my recliner and didn't wake again till 4:00 in the morning. I barely remember getting in the chair.

Today--well, I mean yesterday (the 9th)--was also quite busy. My car is as fixed as it's going to get. It's getting old. I worry about it and the refrigerator. Dh is taking care of getting an adjustor out to look at the damage from the ice storm; I can cross that off my list. Thursday is my chill day. No alarm--I sleep till I wake up. I will read Wednesday's paper and drink coffee first thing instead of diving into the laundry. I plan on reading and meeting my writing buddies for workshop and in general enjoying a bit of down time before we head into the weekend. Busy, busy, busy.

I listened to a NOVA program today that got me thinking of new story and article ideas. Was that ever a breath of fresh air. I started chasing my "butterflies" around with nets, but then decided to let them settle on a flower or two first. I think sometimes my enthusiasm scares them away.

Well if something exciting happens on the other end of today, I'll blog twice. Will that make up for anything? :)

Oh, and lunch on Monday was such a treat in so many different ways. I have to pay more attention to the people who were *my* people way back when--in those days that are long gone but seem so reachable, so touchable, because the person inside doesn't always age with the body. It is so difficult in this crazy, hurry-up world that we live in, to stay connected. But our lunch and especailly the walk we took along the canal downtown felt great on so many different levels. Thanks, Kat!

I spent the evening thinking about all the other friendships I've let slide into the past that really didn't need to. I know none of us have the time to connect on the same level as we did when we were single and had no bills, but by the same token there is something to be said for quality connections, right? They can make up a little bit for quantity. It is such a treat to let years melt away, if only for a couple hours.