i. can’t. stop. there is no time to stop. not even for a minute. keeping up with the kids. churning out drawings under tons of pressure. resolving conflicts that befuddle me. fixing and cleaning the new house. cleaning and packing the old house. getting cats to the vet. paying bills and running errands. in other words, life keeps me to busy to realize i have a life. i think i’d like my life, if i could just slow down enough to notice it rushing by while i rush to kiss a bumped head.
so there you go. i can’t even stay still long enough to give you a proper post. maybe when i get the computer un-packed i’ll do better.