I am still here, somewhere...
I just stopped having the desire to blog. I could blame it all on the post holiday stress, the readjusting to a normal work week and the fact that I threw my back out on Jan. 31 and could not sit long enough to type and then I just didn't feel like communicating with the rest of the world for a bit. I have been enjoying the staying quietly at home, with my Luigi, not having to go/be/do anywhere/anything.
My back is much better, thank you. I think the only lingering effect is that I have trained myself to fear/flinch at bending over. I'm working on it.
Luigi and I will soon be house hunting (apt. hunting) as we will soon reach the end of the lease here, and I would like to pay less in rent.
My sister is going to have to sell the house that she remodeled and turned into a beautiful, cozy little cottage. It was the saddest little house in the neighborhood when she bought it, and she and I are both sad she has to sell and I can't buy. So if anyone wonderful is looking for a small, gorgeous, cozy cottage in the downtown Tulsa area, let me know. But the new owners really should A) be great people and B)not plan on having kids.
My mom currently has a "touch of pneumonia". She sounds just a well as ever over the phone, but I do worry. As insane as I feel when I talk to /think about that woman, I do love her. I have to, she's my mother.
I can feel spring on it's way -- I just wish it would hurry.
I don't know if I will blog again to ask for readmittance to the blogring. We'll see.
