So, I haven't been posting much lately...

I feel bad about it, too. I've had all sorts of things to say--complaints, gossip, bad jokes, all that and more...but I just haven't seemed to have the energy. It felt like life kept pulling me in all kinds of directions, the way life does. But I don't want to be neglectful, and I still get a wonderful, intimate feeling of friendliness when I put in a new post...

I've had some really good downtime this last weekend. I took a little time off, mostly just to be away. Away from work, from making things, from everything. One whole day I made it without knitting or spinning something; I mostly lounged around listening to Chug-Chug the clothes-washer and reading true crime books. I didn't used to read true crime stuff, but I've developed an interest lately. I suspect I'm working through some things--not in a horrible, "I must control my savage urges to keeeeel" sort of thing, more like, "I often feel more vulnerable than I'm comfortable with, and I get nervous about the monsters that hide in plain sight" sort of thing.

Also, autumn. Yeah. Autumn is finally here. Just a little, a breath. Cooler nights. An extra blanket on the bed. I made it through another summer, slogged through it all, just to get here. To the beautiful, golden light on the river, and the leaves showing just a hint of yellow...

It's a good time...